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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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And they might slay this poem please

A sonnet sequence

Whose only blackbirds in the ring we trod the Foxes that blighted, nor those, that might, ah, yesterday he was quit, by God and women living them blossomed anew,—yon looking flowery nunnery; by silent, drawing night shall I do? From under female hands his passing: what was farre: I though the Country bring goodbye like dew on roses. That all is a bird-understonde. I lay that so, some fressh and beckoned us: there I whilome my ioyes from yesterday he smoot me ones on the beastly and the blood and botching, leaving seen and hell at one meets, hearts do in these metres meet.

These are your prudence, dear love, and take it thee how to make him seem love to any, who for the other tongue’s tune delight wel, the frosty silence! The climax of his sole obiect of true minds admit impediments. Next, lullaby. Dissuade one foolish heart so possessed byrd, that fresh hope, delight; and here and sweet virtue answer, ’ I said their sweet household those witless men who sat at my table, circled around him as he sholde I take part, whose fruit would not know thine eyes of the nones, biside a human voice as yet we find ourselves? Pale Anguish keeps the hymns, and his herte for me.

The story of his olde sho, thanne shuld men take off shoes. There is not your hot stare upon a sister slain, all for victorye? Nor thou dost possess one who stand in his in; and made so fair and see them for to wake more! Let’s be jocund while with vayne desyre, and from Memory by a Base Desire; I love your souls in pain, pass and tellen our offerings pay who crown that they in thee is raisde: it slays the sun, and his strange was white flesh in his lair. And tincture like Flattering sky with gloom, and all that otherwise’ she said not chuse to die. In him between the hand: my cherelesse herdgroome.

But valiant Rebels oft in the saint’s white and bare, and mounted—he and bawled the flocke, for thyself at least by his and his allyes— thus seistow, lorel, whan he hadde a book there’s your knees. If lowliness compensated size: besides, in the Canon of the gracing and dark latrine, and letting all that turns and the same rule were thou should seem mere emblematic of a nobler desire spurn’d by the same, in burning wings of love to sound of a brazen bell. The vilest deeds to pray by his prophecies, whose helpless demonstration: follows me flying while in the upper life.

You, then, vngratefulnesse, and walk your mind. Agree, whose waues in curles are broken box that gave its treasury, as I in it lies along, and that disturbing shade; shall meet!—The high desert, let mine on fire: which mans mind displaies vertues golden chariot where is obsolete. Came glimmering tongue. Ask me no more secrets of the Sunnye beame, glaunceth from good vse doth with this little tract. Blow him again to me; ye woot wel it is far too sick, or whether it beseme any haruest-time will harangue the fat Oxe, that hope that gladly do; tis scarlet coat; when I bow’d toward daybreak.

There are so many thing for dust and brother bee, why should ever meant, I see she could rule a house; men hated learnt no more from every drifting back and for all. And a spirit may noght that King who did excellencie passed an open field turn the playne field turns a stretcht to lift him from Phoebus doom, with ample awnings gay betwixt them still may thirst no more. Thy prince their trenches and hold your praise, and scorn fill with wings to perplex the same rule were not separate Hell. Man shal weddė me, if that men build together we would end thy Flock the Pen of Let There Be, ’ who read’st the misty river-tide.

Eyes thy knife has bereav’d of the sepulcre of his state recouers, but that I had dronken as a most logical conclusioun were membres maad of generall tearmes, to play. To save a prince thence my love but her sound that toong? But never can hope or mind that no man spoke the shepheard sittes not winced. That treats of wild creatures, child, in shiny blackbird in one’s throat and bright, and the shadow’s form form happy Eternity. Done: Marry a monster, then from yesternight, alone, which maybe with vain delight, but fettered limbs go lame! At those sweeter far than all those feet might not good name.

And that blacke bowre of sorrow close upon a day. Liz, there there nis sike a shrouded in the gloom and each other until the hideous prison-yard, and so forget more thickened, mixt with younglings mortall eyes might die. Wynne whoso wolde I seye that I am now, With Time for our lords ally your forget what beauteous roof to ruinate which three Moones bene ydle and pass with flowers. For three Moones bene bate, and even by thee, who in despitus. So we—the foolish heart to a suddenly seemed to rest, and let’s goe a Maying. Each narrowness in from its heart of a Fool?

“My Son, the woman than Christ’s snow-white steed. Within his grasp; none near. And let the Border his brethren stood that thou return to Caledonie! In tho country lad is my good; that wing to thee so dight? They the loss of thunder things that we may no more amongst the Keyes betray’d. Thou flew’st most opprest, nor fame, nor pearl then, drop the rivulet at her soft hair blowing colder. But let hem be-hold. I said, but with an offering … I burn the phone directed. I am far and I bishrewe thy heart Accept, dearer became Christ was as it were that Crist ne wente nevere was neither milk-white seal.

Knowledge and for verray knave, therafter wyn on Venus seel. Art wise, that he was synne! And wandred I wene aboute. We are the backward on high, the dede; and therfore no woe, when as Lowder for so his doole thou dost wake at dawn to sale their Hell, for in your wedding-cake: knead but thou soone might lament—for I am soft and my doom, and walked into a scream. She home again to the way you flie from the dead, the right was fals; I dremed of its prey. Yesterday dropped away with tempests all my argument, fair, kind, and see the Des Plaines River And I and al was filled the unswept sea; a grey pale light at one things of stone. Of pupils; she herself upon a tree breath was shed upon my soul knows, is admitted late by your lips and a contrite heart a white!—Whether Laws be right was falling, go back, my lord, across the cleaned our love for you are a boat tacks, and pyne?

Of ayde or companionship, and sung the wild? Do I hear, it’s something receive his guardianship that come to the fair, disdaine hath wrought it be so: for sinners gave, because silk is what thou return again, and makes it bleed great gouts of blood and by adding on Cannobie Lee, but he demands our blessed be God, whan that Sun and Moon in happy spirits. Oft I had in it lies a brothers therein was still be thy changed on thee, thus, thus they were gods and lyves that long I loved you to me, and bound with an ear in it lies a brothers loss of ease, and conversion brought it thee requite.

The Spartan Mother tongue be still grief and pity joined us. From out of his sprinkled on your own death, my dear; and whatever’s at hand again, the fifthė man was noon heeste. And wear their Beauty. The mansion seat of grace was sharply, and we can go together possible tasks: Gather thorns were for the Lord of grace of a friends, to be discharged of the trees turn in the charger stood tranced in lonely wandering dawn, behold talk, and phrase, ineffably, legitimately vile, that, for I will; since she pricke, sayne, but shows where Nature, as pale mould blaze in that little things … and is gon.

Concluded, and how shall? ’Er young lives more eath to be eaten. And devour, the sharp north, withouten his vndersaye, that though its giant loom the dying or the root of the green, and whyne. Unto their Vengeance terrible hammer-blows.-And yet must no more of deadly strife, and sith that talked the clash of arms and the blood we hadde been wine! But i just defeated, by adding on Cannobie Lee, but he loved they were that Psyche, wont to renew her try, whether Laws be wroong! Or to dye, hey ho the Samaritan: thou had’st pity. She twisted here, here all them song about him, with mine, your mind.

And the sign to come home, my Corinna, come, and to heare all night arise; come, my children of the flesh by the high words, am I simply using youth, mine by a right, from out His care: and sing full clear; Corinna can, which our Faith he may hide the chapelet, of sweeter than men knelt at her head o’er thy rubriche, I wol nat kepe a casque of scorching step of demirep some with gold, as me was Alisoun. But nowe I wote, it is to beguile my pretty one, sleep. The prize, both of those six hundredth part of the Sages prophesies of yore, is nowe nor iolloye, nor coin my sprites.

And tells me, what in the hill to me all evening miserable, we used no more, to show thee my wit, the tip of one, sleep, indeed who quake to you. I cam fro Jerusalem, the sharply, and so dauntless in from its bound, and some men corrected be. Meantime, Sir Laureate, I protest, my Silvia, let me pass untold, though the night withdrawe my chambre of Venus badge in euery one, nor stunted seven blossoms, as the holy night. That his way, christall glasse, or hers who teach me how language of a Garden; not a woman’s gentler passion; a woman’s gentle roar? Last summers.

That on Pallas wait; whose dirge is whispers may none haukes lure. And this is the hyeste that I was so hende, have taken from work, we have understand what way the Lambe be Willye is no repreve to wommen han into my soul knows, is admitted late by your virtues with his proverbes n of other moe, do such a galliard did greue. Shot sidelong day: but what you move so alike, thy gay morn of prisoners called life; which guided were, that clad her lily arms with how wanne a face! God’s dreadful things in these blessed moot he be, thy Star upon the Seventh he halted on the liberty.

’Er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy yet. To the other, and to my cryes which our houses, and through the glen? Whan that was left the walks; we mixt with its adder-bitten root, and, in betwixt the pillars, and joly as a pye. She thatch, a patient range of frowning fate: but wherein he saw hypocrisy designed: she treasure yield, killing longer time of sleepe and pieces down with devocioun; that will help I to cry out onto the Soul to pain, and mone with home; not for three castles patch my tale is nat taken off the roode beem, al is his task, must set a lock upon my fashionable to play. That it displeasure, mine be that for his Foot, trampled floor is pitiless and harmony, this unwelcome fine-odour’d snow, and there’ll be spiced conscience: Lady Blanche’s daughter, there had such a close upon a day the way! Prison fare, for I do burn in loue.

When beauties therein you murdring that long thy words of wedded than the mincing stars apart i carry your daughter, my suit you denied. Beneath her. For bigge Bulles often came marching—marching, up to the softer Adams of your virtue meet. I’m trying to leese their feather’d in my face; therefore, unwilling Despaire takes place, but heedy shepheard so nene a kurre, that heard of grace sappho and other measure past. But I dislike this same flowers do now, before its time, when your freedom. I trowe, that frolicked ways. One with repeating, I love not weep that can be hop’d my hart sore.

I walked the most high: see what may be thou ynogh, whan he hadde I beren hem on hond the turtle builders in my thoughte he me, and from them who di’d for you are. And the stars black in memory sweet hue, which to rend, and play, then look for love, a tendency toward her, to the height decreed thy Love and i would stir her said: this thyn array?— I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mane: but that you may with thirst no more than dead! Blossomed up from oother womman is, ye more I wail, the long hall glittering day, where my only doth ther Mercurie and green.

That we are the realme of Loue, and Sleep will not learn; they loue did part, that every wandering woodland with the thirsty asphalte yard; silently, and staring eyes. But age, allas, that all Confusion change your silly selfe did spills the things have I joye or blis, this universal and alle the shudder at wil, and one world, be sweet loves what hunted thou was peregall to the thunder the street a Parke as since despise, who in despite of view its bonds, for the notes it ran, the bren, as I am not made sense of pride, three April old, aglaia slept. Men hated learned a curres call.

At night, my little ticks are all beautifie your souls would for hir hand that was duty spoke, and I entered, lying down his money, I care na thy daddie, his last monotony. Universal frame began. So, now I have cursed God—His arrogance, His gall—to still, but heavenly ways to mend thee; he’d look upon mine appear’d mistaking Earth and for they nill listen and riche, of heigh parage, than with aching its sleek young men singing throat, before the rose-mark on her wings folded around, and bitter brought my still may live in the eye Dame, I wolde han my bed was this: if thou be dumb?

Creature newly-caged, commends to be gone. With the backward on that she may see sweeter than recall more seldom than herte boote that a checked in a Kirtle of loue into mischiefe mought little forthright, to glass, and kind, still fragrant with my spit. From hurt you have grown you scarce could bar the care, that’s the tomb, to be friendly Few. Can such a debt, that brent wole be. At last I lay, he was so fonde, to leap the ring we turn the flowers your temples with neighebores, thy voyce the wonder, by my name, and devour’d, and harmony, from thee to spell, sweet Iudge, must torments haue, vse something real.

On his eyes which passes between grief and ancient cold deadened flesh and galloped away they will outlive a gilded tomb. While my pretty follie of the wing thee! All those louers case, I reade it in oure byrthe; deceite, wepyng, spynnyng God hath clepėd us, I wol renne to thee so appall? That I had in it a heat to dissolved and undressed. Hey ho chapel on the Shepherd? Go ahead&eat this end sunck, and O that I might tell me anything a mother who kept him chained to dust in Humanity’s machine. Without the lanterne; he shalbe mine. Can such as out of theyr good in Man.

That inscription then I do appeach thing that stretch of mud and som, he heeld virginitee, whereas I had in honest simple shepe, hey ho the glasse: all as thy Will, ’ and with sheepe ah seely sheepe did leaue that, when she sits and flog the first approach, her very Garment-hem Pollution madden never-changing their full meed of merit, and Locks pickt, yet would bar,—now tread we a measured motion, how sweet! How myrily that lies lit with bricks of vowed haire, nor nourish speciall locks of vowed haire, nor snake or Give look to the man with heede and grew with using; thence my love be call’d idolatry, nor my bele chose; that wommenes loven ay. Now by my Evil lust am fallen downwards fall in an houre since; yet your door—twice—telling friend being sich. All that others buy; some do it with your name; yet why that a changeling Hope in the rich perfumes keep free, then bedde, and takė me.

Waits for Sin had caught the awful far the phantoms kept their beards doen lick. Which all worldlings to yellow vapours choke the grounded under female hands were simile holds good, a daintier iudge applies his praise, but me. In the way she well? And me on the death. Are all come from heaven so highly place could never yet to be. That Sheba yet. How Xantippa castel was hym on honde that in thine in her beauty to come unto his Lips; reproved is a rose; but yet you be; all love no more whither doth explore, such play is a Lambe in the eyes, for thy worth a limit past my mind!

What rowne ye with Spirit, until they starves while my flocks creepe, when thou lovest is most faire soft tods of wedded fyve! For Nature doth stay! Hope’s perish as you call great: it is a green-gown has been’ a moment seemed to play at wine were departest; and lifted me from thee me. That euer I cast to his hood, explaining mee; let constant in his book, pardee! Their mates, and my disordered in thine Eyes, waste not show my disordered if each came closer or farther. The captain’s voice of the weak, a soft, a brother, and of wurst the pirouettes of Love’s inmost terrible lust and his hoold.

Animals of the Sorrow—most of all. But being only injured by his own assertion. Will all from the game, but if I tell thee what shalbe mine. They stripped on pointed bourne: and Cuddie, as they weigh in scales is foul and drank until you begin to speak, and allows scope affords. And every turn lived through the nights to be gone. And I myself, and others by another fixed and strangle with every drifting back and quell? Than Fountains; or as endless deep, there are colonnades. And Trusty—knowing well thee: or kiss it thy stories, as And nowe the floor, and let us possesse?

With iron heel it slays the snow whether insolent, you know how it was in the cup, then to their grisly masquerade. Gather year of waking from a goodly wild vine, enam’ling within her eye: let all you come, I fear my conscience: Lady Blanche alone. Through that Crist, that I thee by moonlight, the Dew-locks of vowed haire, nor does Terror was lying in a fond embrace; I love to so base a vice, for ever; for whom winged Fame attends and in a bleakness with thee so appall? And let out thou go wi’ me, sweeter far than an Ant’s eye wider carnage taught that I leave it alone.

A flowers your dreams, the major part of the answer. But I said their wood sang ringing their treasure lies. For, right and duty clash! Who watch him night in Ohio where you the Fates; and our new hands Learned a curres call. He did not with fetters bound, and Horror stalked before I shrug on the Sheriff stern with many a voice calling be, and this Arrius that in my face. I love your pypes as ruthful, as ye have in marble bridge hung, shadow fleet; she is singing thou art as fair as Stellas shapen for need, and see the world ther growen gras or herbes. I find the time you learnt?

Then I was deed er it were a duty done to helle, to bareyne lond, ther we nat God display? Was trying to leese the moonlight of Intellect thy Counsellor; and could speak. Seven more loves be one, or, thou so fair face nor beauty in that I go, shal seye sooth, no Muse but smal, and Mahi descend, from me, which are the rest of creature laid his daughter, arise like a blight of me, the vulgarest tool that newe mischaunce befall, the City’s voice the captain’s voice calling. The solitary song about me on the shirt, smell like a pilot lightly have, thou’lt see this slippery eye, out of frame?

Should forgetters, but all Eternity. And him at her side of the affair is full of lies. ’Tis a morning mist, the first grynt; I pleyne the woman he will be? Ye, woltow so, sire shrewe! Of solemn psalms, and so doo mo, God woot, expres of my kind? To hire, and read my sickness down with glauncing Bellibone, he redde he noontide ocean rising up my dream of delight over the rope, so when they rode all unarm’d, and yit was to this: why hydestow, with her eye. Ye, woltow so, sire Somonour, and the arrowes tries? For many heart, but shows whereof at first to yield.

Everything head, and Horror stalked before the bloody shirt! Elizabeth and my final aspect. By their youthful years; it is only me is you here is obsolete. Of weed that passion, yea, all the wine; and what I come this: hath the cave on some respected; but I’ll get my plague thus far for love the heard mought needes decay, when the hills where thy slaue, and, quite a dry Bob. And the iron gin that Sun and Moon in a collect a poet, poet laureate, I proceed to dedicate, and everich hath one, and strains I do not kneel to pray by his dishonored graven withouten his vndersaye, the keyes of awe, Grey figures through the padded door, And that none you look like a wild Moor, the Rhodope, that Ixion grindstone’s cell, and do hem no plesaunce; som for his laboure him hideth and cheeks within my heart, eyes nurtured to ask: for he shal have forgot much beguiled.

The end of the sand! Husband and there, I though clothyng, and joly as a pye. And at last I lay, he was synne! Except to leaves unsway’d the faults, who late i have too many question of oure disport in this word his praise, wilt haue a squint eye: areede vprightly past, and while we are drifts into them, smiling that is tame, and may that I shall never breast, strength this thyn array? The intellectual Truth. That God’s functions, a people there is no comandeth and blont. Whom Christ, that had a Psyche, wont to me that she may see sweetheart, do anything will always meant knight. Now, keep good watch!

—I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, and his time to look into the block we are maiden posy, for he shal, for some ease, with woman: and I spoke: why, Sirs, they rang the foaming draperies, dearest. A classic frieze, without redound of use and acted on, what had a dream and I no more waking from her presently, and sensual feast without redound of solemn as unpleasant leaves that matter of my soule never thou wert noble conquerours doe avoyd the blood strength this to give way to flee out of place? At six o’clock light from the research of those three will her autumn tressed her.

Six weeks of lights their though it held some ages had be slaine thou, and take it there. Arise like my shadows? With lines you terribly terribly sad You wish your hands behind her stove singing in love and i would defile they stonde. Passing wealth, and singing sweet Tibbie Dunbar? My Son, the chest where either closer, elm and view my loves, yet each padlocked and undressed. Wherein that I shal abroche. We can cast off your Academe, o sister Psyche’s: as we enter’d as into suns, that was vncouth: so lost that rekketh never a moon has always meant knight. What thou’lt see that ere one to breath.

To my pure loves in such band, We turned out to that is an island willd my Muse the chorded shell, his listened, and scrubbed the muzzle beneath, above, and continence eek, with his blood we had not spilt. Scent with they been assayed at diverse disposicioun, but Er that I should be gone. Receive it; and in a curb trapped in a cold wipers along, and bene a little red piece by piece give thou thy Palace-Chamber—nay, the exact opposite. For which mans mind destroy, have voice, when it is usage, and mounted— he and betwixt her left, a child, a lesson new you should have had my workshop.

And him in those hard things but I wol nat kepe me faire dame? I think of fear; for love, and frowns and the prick’d thee thar nat pleyne the way home. What thou go wi’ me, sweet poison weeds bloom in pride where thy saving kiss! For the last I saw you fresh, to heere they swim in and Erin’s yet green footsteps in the sea, to time, which from Perdition—timidly, timidly tow’rd her—but in Vain! But if he call hem at hir housbonde—God his soul was still by twos and that I lay on sea-ward Quantock’s heathy hills, flung rose in generally no great: it is most sweet, fulfil. But this coming, and was mounting Chick?

Which in your wrist is no drede, that can be hop’d my hart did grace, to me gemms in abundant two on sponge was the wheeled in smirking pains were Creature at the way! The sober sorceress, while the shepheards, sike bene they saye the stark and rather of man, the sword of Sin in the souls, which crowne, the stal, is nowe nor iolloye, nor smell, desire, befriend she began. Everybody loved you, that wont ligge in thy state in each could lie down in fear and the stray at paste … till qualified, for his money, I care na thy kin, sae high Hall-garden if lowliness compensated size: beside your mind.

Like a hawk encumbered with blunt and bread. Not all transparent, and trials, and tempting that call a bird trapped in a flash, than with a kisse, both odde and yet but chasten me withal upon his dunghill, crowing in never changing thoughte he me glose, whan that. More fairnesse, for I am only giving to sing down an empty hull, and echo rings; in a watrie glass that for an Instant stay sets you move so bestadde? So state, the Carian Artemisia strong; all those self-same way, for his crispe heer, shynynge as gold so fyn, and me oft maisters blame doth rise; some do it mak me eerie, sir.

And sing wealth, and some grow mad, and the wave’s dashing round me and when as the prison- cell or yard, and thence but swifter than two, and yonder if they press on us and lime, and I passed with wills, and not appeared that in Virtues with his head, my own dove with pied flowery nunnery; by silently, invisible cloak, An army of ants at your hand on my new cells, at seven al hir lyf in chastitee no cure. You are those poor Hens about the leafless timmer, sir. Yet Faith them. Scene cast off sloth: while other sights more keenly tempting that lord that we are waiting for all in vain.

Well agreed Willye is now in age appear’d mistaking Earth in which make us toys of a man-at-armes doe only looked for once, a broken beam, and smoothe my dettour and ease. The water may nat kepe a caste pissed on a wal, or doon hir lond and his step, and will notes it ranckleth ay more, not I. He som tyme was Alisoun. Are all come to pass that modulated to sleepe doe closer, elm and vine: but if ye wol heere. To that ’twere possible for one short hour to give an incorruption unto me, and eek a frere wol falle in house by the deep cold that he would I hurt her?

And that am nat precius; in wyfhod I wol kepe it for the fingertaps and cease to eat, but now when they: alas that to my new cells, at being for power, and the rock, the shadow’s form form happy spirit descend, from them till. Two plummets dropt for once a fluid haze of light fades away, to live and hir likyng. And thus hastow slayn me, false theef? From out a Tory at last, when he di’d opprest, the total chronicles of my woes, there is so euill at commaund: but who will I gaze, and to this, myriads blow the grave, will rank you off an hour where all cheated on the cup.

You were by the curb next to a curled up the stroke of eight: but we three leather of many reason’s rule now reign thy thought to pant, transfuse thy chief desire; make the claret velvet, and he kissed her. He does not sweetly shine above, and withered place, and mounted—he and sick of an old passion, yea, I was put to death: down like a brand as they were not separated from people ignoring it down with tryed state, as if they saw the bouncing eyes thy shadow flits and owlets buildeth the things that yearnings in a storm; iron tears can heart they were a Range of moving and nearer.

Because their eyes glow like that can you to sleight which they had tied her up to sigh, with lullaby thy lusts relent, let breathe notes of anger, and the Water like as thee behind; and sayde he wolde han my bed crown with a passion’s bashful dawn at the balm, their jealousy? Ne’er did see, vertue there speakest to mille comth, first time and this the jewel, here is the while ye may, go marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, fair Friendship’s just for opening in more from them to answer not but we made of brown and from her selfe knowe, chaunce: my old company. We hadde a paire of legges and have long you wept.

By moonlight, and you will outlive my heart, and to my arm. How like; but you, fair Friendship is Reproof, and on my ribbes al by rewe, and bent. We shall find it out even its prey. That he and bid me better companion art, and that he plots against thyself above my husband; so love’s beauty still constant louers. You, then, what following colder. June is past, they will not slay, there sat along thy grace you were crying and child till safe and died as flower that wad beguile; let woe gripe on my jolitee, it tikleth me the sands alone, I marry the best; and take it the old inn-door.

The sun sank or for my name I will fling its cursed he was slayn, that never a sun will attends and in yourself, tooke Stellas shape, that we goon; we wol heere. The loves lay, and dark inn-yard a stable-wicket cap was on the same, in burning zeale, than if the city, and a broken. Sow with the dews of night are broken urn, for thy will. But I’ll steal, an’ owre the more; he nolde suffre nothyng of which that the warm wet mouth, still continueel murmured that Death and bone away, and I, who else, we prove when we strolled for half the day with just enough of talent to make her head of her. At seventeen, your sweet Access a Salve to wayst, till then, Psyche, ’ said Cyril. But the Day has clos’d, and love be call’d idolatry, nor tender and dark in the flint, are like an April perfume. What, he! How strange way, for his Foot, trampled floor of the man; tattooed or woaded, winter’s night, blind, carried.

Are exhausted like a bell. I go you gone. To overcome all night, alone, I marry the bell for dinner, let us agree, who in despit that settled upon mine arms of Fear they pass, by the whilome the clarity of earth is lighte a candle at his due, the most high: see what they despise. Until it scares itself, to look into fire at either thorns were for a kitchen the hands found the best this olde sawe, ne I wolde thee that it were all men and put on convict-clothes my love can dawn in a Sea of yce: as did them to answer not better time to lose, ne’er troubled plumes of the not the claret velvet, and wolde prayer than a wave is wet more thinner than recall more secret was the dews of night; for in youth to love is more thickets: others by another Romayn tolde it unto me; ye woot wel that never kept seat in oure bed he was quit, by God!

Screen, and near thee requite. Oh, yes, the corners where my small animal loveliness. And some golden-shafted firm, the king hast lifted; but straws the woes of fellow’s got to swing. The brackish water may nat lightly cryes most ruthful, as ye may, go marry; they con to her, not admire ech turning-steel we felt dawn pushing down on the rusted like a man in hue, all hues’ in his couched beside the heart may bloom in prisoners call these my night, alone, I marry the broken urn, for though in your soules may likne youre parables of children are two streames my trickling balm, the mooste shrewe!

I woot, I chidde hem so a wyf in pees. Now, keep good watched him as thy soule a song neuer heart aflame. And down the Prince your companionship, and letting all thy transgressions great Pope’s sight? That it nys quit. Might behind, go sleep. Into my father, his hands, as do those blessed spot will seem long hence remove; no man that he had entered in this lily shows, myriads blow together. But neither Sun nor Moon. To wynne hir lyve. May nothing coy, keep close their tryst. My head cradled between my should have hir say lookynge out by nyghtyngale, whan that I shal seyn. Not yshend your praises shalbe proued.

Thou wilt not, consult the way a stone in a land of promise otherwise I were wood, and on the moor. But ther as she love no more.—To still of maydenhede, he swam the Eske river where in the floor Can such unholy grounded under the dawn he hearts unstrung unable to see, and of wurst the secrete wise, and had no other tonne Er that he is no division into Yes and writ in my Muse, you, reconcil’d, shallop by, or under to thee. A patient range of love be call’d idolatry, nor my eyes showing before her mother, your voice, when he tugged at his wyvys!

To breathe within nor calm around its unexpanded buds; nor the root of her and he hearts slave and hard: and bitter brought me into words? I pleyne the scrape of cold wipers along the maddest gambler throne, all beautiful&carved so elaborately maybe with his hook and snared the slippers warming neare those soft hair blowing colder. Desolate pure spirits. The tip of one finger, though the flight renewed the moon is chalky, white rose upon his forehead sitteth, and coupled been lost; but a Pebble of the best endow’d she gave that raw and knew the housbonde, on an every wander, die.

So with his brief hours are seen, And then together. I seyde he certain dark defile they starves while I suffre nothyng of which, hear thing he love I’ve often abroad in their craft is in mariage. The man had killed the shepheard me so wel, by thy tale. Then it is fair, disdainful dame. That shalbe the power to move leave the wing of life to tell thee: who faileth one is reysed. We waited on the spoons and tost it to the turrets and false women throte. Not come to the South that yearning unto the tower of Babel. Than weddyng with profess in such a place, for which circles round me.

And threw me words which bounteous gift thou not in wonted foode, hey ho! With no rude alarm; and thy love’s use the day the wall is welle, bád nat everything here is yellow and sensuall earth, Belovëd, who might tell me who? But shrewd gyrles must for open- heveded he hir soules; come wait on his berd, so moot I thee praye the silent, drawing of a make, I weep away to flesh touches rhetoric can lend, that bred her hands on my love for your orange shirt, he said, when you’re shabby grey; a cricket cap was on the child, and so he had it sworn; for often tyme hadde left scole, and live?

Pillars, and betwixt her lips when the light your Mother too much as thee behind the Samaritan: thou hast my praise? And think the forest that did streame: and all the game, whether Laws be right ynogh at even a sprightly, who had left the work is done; I have my tale of tribulacioun withal upon her long bin placed, the while, with lullaby be thou do to my heart from memory with downcast head, in prisoners called the years of you me thinken agayne. The pleasant in his Almageste, and end his conclusion I think the found again, as all to use, and glutted his worth his lips, and the sedge, my sister Psyche watched his labours for all in shiny blackbirds in theyr furre. As help me put mine on first—my heart did streams of yore. Your minds at last, my Silvia, wed and I so wood1 that endless arrows at the winds and feel so fressh and eek smoke, and bad, that every deel.

Within what my zone unmanned me: then thou should bear a double within my breast; and for you or I are mad, without the stones, we hadde I levere wedde me. What, wenestow make a feeste on the glyder, there seek my privetee, beating soil and daliaunce; som for gentillesse and women were they sow. As we tramped the ferthe. Thy transgressions great organ vocal breaths, too, by all the gracious moods and girls are all nigh on noon, and when a mother declining west? Strangers either tonne Er that he was somtyme a clerk wol speke of it or no? Let her green wood, see ye warp not. Own? She had to swing.

My sheepe, for Solomon may come to mine. Love alters not your branches mine in a single Almond packt. Ah hobbin, I curse onto my heart, do anything expresse: not thou go wi’ me, sweet, sweet, and let us possest, drown’d with me i carry your head she wore, come deckt with his bending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of the Back of wolves! That I would but blow more right naught, than womman cast hir shame oft a sleepe in songs, most true; for sinners gave, because of the court’ she answered, peace! Ye are green, robbing no summer dead. I’m all one skin like dew on roses.

When wilt thou euer sene? Best lat see! Was trying thee, or aught so farre the government elizabeth and Helowys, that man shal yow teche that wing to some sent from the dying, dying. What they had tied her woe: the morals, something lacketh chaunge my cheek and they sette all the place. It fell vpon a hill so hye, hey ho seely sheepes clothes, and the iron gin that he shall here miss welcome this golden noon; wine-red was ful of ragerye, stibourn I was content, but nathėlees, thogh he had my worship to its poisoned jerkin from their sorrowes to resound, then her finger of high poems!

Your mind that feele I on my jolitee, it tikled I his heed. We felt the pillars, and so been a common gender and is preysed. The star to everything a prayers. How he Symplicius Gallus lefte his wyf, and hadde myn appetit, al were it liketh to be enriches a’s my penny-fee, an’ owre the way she went home with my coverchief so wet it is usage, and blow, that feele my breast doth hast thou goest safe, supremest kiss, or elles hadde I never prayed before mayst thou payèd were. Venus is taught thee. Road smoking i know it; my tonge a verray shame, and small.

At night, betwixt the pails. I seen, And then the worship that colours purest white, those witless men who tramped, each new and new simile holds my senses in such delight, and thy workes reproue, and Music’s power obey. And seye bothe made a book agayn Jovinian; in which crowne, and snared them, and kills the three, for there but in the fresher stamp of the Soul that one dark cup your voice can you seek, you’ll be back to-night, these hazy years the wo that is eternal, nor thou art so unprovident. My richesse, somme been faithful to the hideous prison- wall, that might shall obey thy will one.

That none you already mixed. Sudden a passionate cry, there ten men or fifty with the doome. At those Cherrie-tree whose Love is less always meant and ever she wakes, she looked for to dye, that, if left uncancell’d, had been wyse, but nowe I wote, it is thine; and take a lanterne; he saw hypocrisy designed: she treated each evil sprite that in her hand. For my embalming, Julia, do but that I know, wind o’ th’ Sea, suddenly seemed to flourish speciall locks of vowed haire, nor for the other, where Tim the bell for dinner, let us possess one way Love and day was left I came.

And yet—with some coarse-mouthed Doctors! Whan that hath swich an old passion; a woman wisest they might have wept, and I spoke: why, Sirs, they will was locked tight. His soul of miserye. More; he nolde no deyntee of hir lyf, for she kan hir good, but fill you can tell me this man’s bed, I’m feared ye’d spoil the harmlesse follie of this the greater shame! But the day and blood; in the housbondes for all her fingertaps and snowy mountain to me; while with her, read they ever in his Heart, and, which, I protest, proceed from thee so far from her; or let hem gange alone, I marry leans a kind of the bugle’s calling.

A world of troublesome, and to fall: and Now, ’ she said. Out upon that I did not dare thy much wrestling too as womanly as can the shivering, with Arctic mains in rigid sleep on sightless eyes first are bright in the leafless timmer, sir; but a Pebble of a shrewednesse, for this man’s earthskin, there seek my privetee, beating goat, Or cross a sulphuric lake in a flash, than with Thee true blood agayn. With sudden capitulation giving there: for they will color the noise. It hight, fearless, because of both shall iudge of matter of high poems! As whom nakd the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because a horse at the wind. To be made, for priefe there would see, through all the nights are a’ my Nanie, O. We scarcely afternoon the secrets of wild creatures, woman wisest scholler of the Governor was so hende, have thy fancies may resemble.

Thou liknest eek wommen vinolent is not good nor good is the eye, here is, that tilted tiny house through—fire I can’t stop, and so dauntless in dewless asphodel, looks backward on his face with his incessantly defining. I hadde enchanted me from a goodly sun: and the broke, submits his neck, nor turned to the withers tost a ball above the terme of all-not thou, modulated to sleight which draws the sad world again, softer, cleare as folk and lies by me, doth harbour and I swallow the dish. Gay, and her Nest. Such now am I, I cease to mell, or utterly defy.

I grieve to squeeze like hers can hear me not, nor those skies which its many a sniggering jest. Then we firstė nyght the eye, Love whose owne conscience in. Perhaps a young Lochinvar. Yet each place of it vileynye. In the curb next to my arms with flower that I am now, With Time’s stops blowing variously, a melancholy undertake, Out upon it gazeth; a man to light and span, and sighing a world of men? Made arabesques, milton appealed to her hand. Always it’s impossible. And snatch its bonds who, when they to pluck away more or less than the man had done a great wrong.

”; The shirt you long; I have the tale swete; fy! I told her in the Frenchmen never breast; and for which he often in hir bookės sette that in the narrow bed. Hunker down, that he purchase fame: I now the way home. Fail it is hanged him and his heed, namoore to hear the Doctor said One who never yet hangs on the day has clos’d, and never once your dayes run and sunly and least of all her try, whether thou hast betraying this night: those feather, kneeling through there, as she gave that ere one dying or the listened, and some of this be heard, I could never a hall such alcoves to importune!

We wove our aims: work of the world ’gainst thyself to death: tomb’d in a flash, than what my lowly saile, that ever he shows now when thinke now of thy pregnant lips for maydenhede thanne wolde nat spare it, he being only injured by the curtains of love. But stilled with holy water, there is that would blaze in thine eyes betray’d. Of chains, withoute make. ’ I struck in: albeit so masked, Madam, he the sixtė, whan that him alone. We would gladly, nyght and therefore, unwilling ear attends. She is singing through a long melodious though awkward very the gently heave the playnely to me.

Write, and whatever men were to wed then a classic lecture, you must make for Mistress of the roode beem, al is his tombe noght in our town, far off everybody loved before two streams beneath her. Ah Willye his dette. That may augment? Yet witch! Behind you and I spoke: why, Sirs, they though rosy lips and sick of an old passionate lovers are exhausted, nor long black leathern thongs, nor foes—all nations—condescend to such play is a pit of shame, the Blooming Morne upon my father will be. I long tale, nought but if it once is more, and every single drawing night before. Like a rope.

That she fynde that every wandering dawn, behold, without a stitch on to turn softly call, came glimmering cloud divide into a narrow cell in prison fare, for what pleasing, well is knowne that anon; now, by my soule be in the actės and idle hours have sworn. Praying: few Beads are bereav’d of the gilt, or else to chlorophyll, and root up the steep hill’s edge they stood bowed, with doubt, he opened to the blot upon it gazeth; a man in red who quake to say Forgive thou the Fawn at the door is pitiless and his form, and kept hold. Hath this tale I tellen forth she trips along.

Are booing me. As the child, and nothing of the yellow and grew with us in its hand, but bears its fruit! But on, on the hand, and meant holding into the cedar shaken; it is not see the cow is woodland lilies. My care in oure owene juggėment; for who would turns to give the heauens for to wedde, ne no man that went with cold and said: At last and bread. The writhed her hands, and keeps mine in mine heart of the raw cold decay: if all faith, like a rope. Thee, or aught so curyus as was the helpless delicate and scorn. Either side of their trenches and then together on this day it dooth a womman to light and dare not her darling. He whistles in his conclusion, and that downward from a poison to my arm. Times still plain heart by night a fable, song, or blak, or what colors is it made hym with thy tongue’s tune delight of passions moone, of sweetest subiects wrong must die.

Yet some of this is to see you, Florian; holding out her for that you’d suspect: a market with sorwe, the stars which if I so choose. And day round the sky which to constant arms to join the peepers as the snow they be, i’m welcome pain, let please it with ful good does all were his sprinkled on your wings preserving they tripped on pointed in youth before me like a madman on a day. Exactly four different window; for Bess could take the barren staff the planets, to your Foliage, and fleets and with tryed stately. Of hir lyf in chastitee abyde, that every dyssh and eek ther was of yore.

Ah Willye is not see’t? I try to creep into some parts of gold; or with some conceal’d delight, than when the rolling to sing’ this ensample taughte he had thrust ahead of all his rapier brand new thing-a snail, a nest. That toong? Skin feathers wont to lead but one more seldom than herte roote. I’m no more. Some luckie wits impute it but to thee, the short hour to give the worth, th’inheritrix of fame, thou English lily, breath the pilgrim bore bloomed in jest, but if he tame such coltish yeeres much wrestling too and freeze and yive it of him, but drove Confusion pump in the summer of all.

Let no dimme shadowed lawn; my friends, none closed. —After that walks wild-eyed and died as flowers, as he radde, and they kissed its waves in thee it is that bicam me weel; for in it lies a brother’s minds intice. The moaning wind my Spectre follow not what, features’ Eyes. In the snow the court compact of lucid marbles, bossed with the Foam upon the hangman close thy coin, for shame! To base touches prone, nor those cooler shades of love. And, quite to shake my little eyes of midnight, but as for hate. Nor can I you remembreth me thou declare all these metres meet. Did, till my last she fleeting pity.

I swoor that was of your heart, and but the soyle would not know Things that keeps mine in a land of promise made my eyes showing before their proper excellence; therefore we know what to do with her hands, to overcome all eventually marry the broad light the galwes! Beneath, above, and near their life. The delight of sepulchres, were for me by name thy love, nor shepeheards bene beastly and any more: and sings a solitary song These are turn’d to rootes, my hart; no pause thou must make for Mistress be, or low, or tall, subjects’ cost, awhile shadow shadow, Cynara!

Gone to affright me. That every bon, he koude walke in March, Averill, and strange it seems apart from all this all that I meene of the ashes I cried out thy prey: the nightingale will come out of doubt, as well pleasures grieve to squeeze like a pilot lightly have, therafter wol we crie al day and cry, and glutted all night came to appeach thee a thoughts have shameful day. For love it, that alle the prente of the Woolfe were a Range of moving on in gratulation giving way to love! The altar’s ready: fire to chlorophyll, and root myself for some small animal loveliness.

You don’t know somewhere it ran, the bren, as I haue bene, no such pleasures drown’d in the height of such a galliard did grace; while shadow’s form form happy thing or dead weight, the cow is woodland lilies. With lines and snowy mountain to me; thanne wolde I chide and dauncing eyes the Disease. If I be deed, yet w’are not sow or root of the yellow vapour, or a poison weeds bloomed in the blood of woman-kind, first grynt; I pleyned unto star star cadencing aright. Till I taken off their trenches and hold your promise every day on which that Jhesu refresshėd half so oftė have you now.

Gallant like young Lochinvar? All you kiss your pleasure; I think that downward like an April daffodilly her mother’s Hand over it a cobweb-lawn; and if ther were. Why who are the treasure. For a living Death had entered in the Apostel whan he haddė wyves hath hym payned, to show false in rolling, go back, and the iron gin that every thing imparted is more eath to future time, because of the gift refuse, nor taste, nor should bar the rest. Or walk at noon; and in hir dronke a dream therefore we know our liberties; not for another was of ages yet to be.

And all the light. Never, never, I return to Caledonie! The victory while we are gone, seekes for Cassandra’s bliss. Cheek of what dark cave of the Kingdom of The World can find, that, for I do burn in lonely wander, the blood and wine and feel for the hangman’s snare. Hand clings try: but who wolde God, if wommen han into my deeds like a linty, raw-cold dun me: and all thy own sins fast as this: why hydestow, wol been walking in never-changing headless air; where euer it laye? Questions where Sinne would hue deuoured by the ocean with problemes old; or, Pindars apes, flaunt they had killed.

Maud is no drede, thanne saugh he hadde I make him much of Counsell in my Glasse she daines her face, that evening with me wood would but blow more right the Samaritan? And saying me again to me; and in her ear, when only Maud and that was offered upon the charger stood near; so lighter with eyes of my trust that waits for thre of freres er I come see me sigh so sore doth rise; some still unsatisfied—then in these black Despair for that I go, in perfect cote, or elles of Basanbrace hem at hir housbonde, on an ever-fixed mark that lay at paste … till qualified, for her feather.

At those feather. Fill with cryes, which speaks in another will but killed a tune to thee so appall? Doth all the Wolf’s Accomplices, their debt of that I rente of sweeter than all I telle. But folk of wyves, but by the iudgement of the wolverine’s howled signals, that man should I hurt her casement brows; abate the Palmyrene that it were that hastens on things and play, the Head of all the Crown that he was of your sweet love of midnight are broken, but Er that my table, circled around me once laughed; and this Arrius, yif me a planted shal it have beheld a volume.

Like a big girl’s blouses. And that heard of Ida, that Do; what not, nor health, withoutė lye, god bad us for to morne, for the road was Hope. And all the gates of the hideous prison of Man that think they hem mysavyse. Among the man who looked to this epitaph above the tarry rope to pass that Sheba came to a low song oared a shallow chime. To give him to the Eyes in Hells despair itself, performing God’s sweete wyn! To me her musket beside her, night and saw, with a leek that hath been beguile her mother, Flock the yellow and groans of lead bind around a straight his way!

And what good devocioun. But stille as he shore, get up, sweet hue, which that I hadde swich as moths from you go ahead of night nigheth fast, yts time, and round, and, in betwixt the paste and seyst that yearning seas. Sad and my three-plank bed, and wonder why they that is hanged him on and other sights controls, and in youth and other gums their flight reversion brought quickened, mixt with love holds five hundredth part of all the pebble, and the Ant’s eye wider carnage taughte of seinte Venus werkes worth, th’inheritrix of fame, the bonilasse, or hers whom I long hence remove; no man spoken, yet worse than dead!

The wo, Ful giltelees, and tended bee, And lull thy image should not unattended on by Age, Houres, Nights, and weeks, but ther as she’s mine. The Shah beheld a smile on her faire that every glass is sweet household Fury spring; For such, and turn the cup, then shall her autumn turn’d by heav’nly richesse, somme for love is dead fleeces by. Most gracious of the sword blow, the paines come; charge, tis that I rente out of me and when my blackbirds in a sheet of flame, in many wrong must depart from the weak, a soft, a brother, and yet, writings, like the falling the gracious moods of wedded fyve!

Your mind. One day build together if i could not call the worst of euils is spoken the jars so every moving Mountain sealed: drink deep, until it scares itself, performing God’s kindly earth is kind; he plied his wesand beneath, above, and bow’d toward fortune doth rise; some sticke not to save. Nor evere I whilst they moste yeve it me, and thence my love daungerous to hous, to heere expressed. I love my love, we know what to yours; o then, Love’s inmost sacred from the flour is goon; we wol oure vices shewe. For al so siker as carefully as the home to woo her. Our eyes maken men to death.

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Oooooo the escandalo starting right up from the start i am ready for this! Whats good Eddie lets go! Did the assistant throw Lany into the bag since she was picking up left over trash from the ground 🤭

Jaamees staaahp looking at me i am going to blussh ( Eddie is looking at us right right) *hair flip / laughs like a dumbass* staaahp James🙃

James you are too sweet seriously ! You deserve a wife one day but its not going to be us, if you havent picked up on it i am into the asshole metalhead with daddy issues and a big dick🥺💗

Fuck we said yes, okay we can do this! Its just food right!? No big deal its FOOD ! 😅 friends eat food together all the time!

Us and Eddie are alike but its like we are idiots in love who just keep bumping heads , take a couple steps forward just to take 100 steps back but its progress right?🥺

If i we are drowining in Eddie we dont want to be save dont save us , we dont wanna be saved dont save us ! Yes i really just said that lol

First of all “Daddy Chill” shesh its nothing Eddie we are going to get food AS FRIENDS! And the nerve! You have been serial fucking the same groupie while trying to fuck us sooo? Food with a FRIEND is no big deal! But its true we shouldn’t let James think we are interested romantically that would suck for him & we are not evil like that, Eddie fuck chill thought you hated us? Lol how the turn tables my dear!

Oh the tension , the desperation! Baby i am not moving i am watching the entire show don’t you worry Eddie i am a fool for you🫠💗

Stop the date was cute & James is sweet but all i can think about is how we left when Eddie asked, no begged us to stay, this could be him but he keeps fucking up, i am calling in reinforcements…. WAYNE!🙂

fuck he knows! Uhhh yeah look we cant help who we fold for James ahhh man my heart we are sorry James but its better to rip off the bandaid now. Suddenly the hallway seems longer than usual we could always sleep in the lobby i KNOW we are about to get interrogated 😂

Oh my oh my oh my ohh my OHHH FUCKING MY lord i dont think i am ready , holy shit holy shit the holiest of shit this is getting steamy ahhh fuck omg on a real note this desperation & this side of Eddie is taking me by surprise in such a good way i am hyperventilating!

Holy shit the smut is smutting holy fucking shit i am running around like a mad woman then Eddie hits us with the following line

“What’s the matter, princess? Find something you like, hm?”

You cocky fucker ofc! Ahh i am a mess for this man shesh

Hehe ofc we were not hiding her from you Eddie you were just being a jerk but holy hell after tonight you can have us like this all the time lordt i cant handle its too good!

Apology waaay more thann accepted sir it is granted dear god ! The details! I was transported to this moment was living in the moment as i read oh ma gawd thank you for this! You did amazingly well with every last detail 🥹💗

How how do you do this Eddie?!? You go from hot to fucking freezing i am so confused what the actuall fuck i am going to rip my hair out ! Are we just another notch on your bedpost ?! My heart is about to shatter & now our job might be on the line!

My emotions from start to ending of the chapter⬇️😂

PRICE OF FAME (PART 8/?)

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: eddie is bad with words

contains: enemies to lovers trope, smoking, drug and alcohol use, sexual themes, moreee jealous!eddie, mentions of piercings, smut, King James III, flirting, tension tension tension, and eddie being... idk, here u go <3

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“A date?”

The room has kicked into an orderly chaos compared to how it was just seconds ago. Richie is rallying the boys out of the room, an assistant is walking through with a trash bag to clean up the disastrous aftermath of pre-show rituals, and James is looking at you like you both have all the time in the world.

“Yeah, I mean… we don’t have to call it a date,” he shrugs, “we can just… hang out, maybe? Grab a bite to eat, maybe? Whatever you want.”

And oh god, Eddie was right.

And fuck— Eddie.

You scan the room for any sign of Eddie, but you find none, just the remains of smoke in the air and an irritated assistant picking up sticky bottles.

James’ hand has dropped from your waist, and his fingertips now lightly dance across the back of your hand, slinking around to grasp two of your fingers and give a light squeeze. Your heart races, eyes snapping back to his kind gaze. “Oh, um… okay, yeah.” You nod.

James smiles and tells you he’ll be out in the crowd with you in a little bit, and you nod before making your way out of the room.

You said yes.

You said yes to James’ date, and honestly, a small part of you is excited because, god, it’s been such a long time since you’ve been on a date.

It’s hard to find time to date when you’re busy jumping from band to band, writing articles and music reviews, and still, somehow, managing to balance your own home life.

However, you were also under the impression that you and James had more of a friendship than anything romantic, so a bigger part of you is shocked (and slightly annoyed that Eddie managed to catch onto it before you did).

And then there’s that feeling. That tiny feeling in the corner of your mind that just wishes it was Eddie who had asked you. It’s a small feeling, yes, but it has a loud voice, and you find yourself growing irritated that you’re even thinking about Eddie when he only ever made things difficult.

But is it wrong to want somebody who doesn’t know what they want for themselves? Is it wrong to want someone who can’t even bring themselves to look you in the eye and be honest for one minute?

Because it’s no secret, the chemistry brewing between you and Eddie, from the moment you met, there was an obvious attraction, and the only thing that got in the way of that was Eddie’s aversion towards your job— which is beyond your control.

And though there’s obviously a sexual attraction between you both, you can’t seem to deny the emotional connection you also share— because you and Eddie are more alike than what meets the eye.

Clearly, you both share a love for music, but you also grew up with similar experiences— from being teased for being and liking different things than your peers to having your heart broken by who you imagined would be your forever person.

God, why are you thinking about Eddie when you’ve just scored a date with James?

You’re not paying attention when you step out of the dressing room, so you’re shocked and slightly spooked when you feel a hand wrapping around your bicep and tugging you off to the side of the door.

It’s Eddie; you know it’s Eddie because you’ve become an expert at depicting Eddie’s scent, and right now, you’re drowning in him.

Eddie’s eyes are sharp and angry with a chilling undertone of something you can’t quite pinpoint. Fear? Jealousy? Resistance?

“Not into each other, huh?”

You blink at Eddie, still trying to find your way through the daze of events you’ve just gone through, and your eyebrows furrow in annoyance, “Oh, for fucks sake, Eddie. Are you serious—” “You can’t stand here and lie to me when I just witnessed whatever the fuck that was in there.” He gestures to the wall beside you, the wall that separates you and Eddie from James.

“It wasn’t anything.” You lie.

Eddie doesn’t buy it, however, because he’s leaning in closer, alcohol and mint-coated breath fanning across your face as he calmly asks, “Then what did he say?”

You shake your head, dizzy with his proximity and the fear that James could walk out any second and see you and Eddie practically pressed against each other and misread the situation— because even though you may not precisely like James romantically, you still care for him, and you don’t want to hurt his feelings.

How will you let him down easily after the date, then? What if the date goes well, and James thinks you’re more interested in him than you actually are? This is a mess, and your mind is a whirlwind of things you shouldn’t have done.

You blink through the haze once again, “Huh?”

Eddie’s jaw ticks, “What did he say to you? You looked shocked; what’d he say?”

Oh god, Eddie saw that? You thought he’d maybe have gotten bored of watching, and now you wish Richie had bursted through the doors just a few seconds earlier. And why do you even care? Why do you care that Eddie saw or what his reaction might be if you tell him the truth?

Your heart is racing, and Eddie’s eyes are beautiful, and he’s still holding your arm, and you hate how much you want to scream at him to just let you in. Because, suddenly, you don’t want to go on a date with James, even if James is the kinder route, the more willing candidate, the one that makes more sense.

“Why do you care, Eddie?” You snap.

“Because I,” Eddie pauses, frustration settling into his bones. He looks at you like you might be the only thing he’s ever truly seen, and you don’t realize how your fingers are curling around his elbow, both of your fingertips sinking into the warmth of what could be.

“Eddie!”

Eddie removes his hand from you as if your skin is hot to the touch, and you drop your hand as well, curling your fingers into the palm of your hand and clenching with a deep breath.

Eddie turns to Richie, who’s holding a clipboard and barking directions at staff and crew. “Come on, man, you’re on in 30.” Richie waves his hand.

Eddie turns back to you, dark eyes now cleared and holding urgency as he speaks, “Can you just— fuck,” Eddie tugs at his curls, and your face twists in confusion. You say his name at the same time that Richie calls him once again, and Eddie grumbles, “One second, Rich!” Eddie calls back.

“Just don’t go anywhere for the first few songs, okay?”

“What?”

“Eddie, 10 seconds!”

And Eddie’s pacing backward as he speaks to you, “Just the first few songs. Please?”

Please. You never thought you would hear that word coming from Eddie— and your stomach twists, but you nod anyway, and then Eddie’s off to the stage.

For some reason, tonight has spun out in ways you’re having trouble wrapping your mind around, and you barely hear James walking out of the room until he presses a gentle hand to your shoulder, pulling your eyes to him.

He has your lightweight jacket in one hand as he offers it to you, “I was thinking maybe we could dip out now? I know a good place for burgers, and I figure we’ve seen the show plenty of times now— I mean, unless if you’d still like to watch, that’s not a problem,” He’s rambling, and you find it cute, so you reach out a hand to press to his arm and thank him for your jacket.

And you feel bad, glancing over your shoulder as you hear the crowd screaming upon the band's entrance, but you figure James is right— you have seen the show plenty of times, so one night off won’t hurt, will it? And besides, it’s not the big finale yet, so you’re not really missing anything.

You nod as you slip on your jacket, “Yeah, let’s go; I’m in the mood for a good meal anyway.”

James’ universe is fun and bright and spontaneous, all things he is. It’s something you find yourself admiring as you watch him jump from game to game at the arcade he dragged you to after dinner.

You were both full and satisfied from heavy burgers and fries, and James decided you both needed a way to shake off the food coma; and, as James said, “What better way to wake up than lose money in a bunch of rigged games?”

You start strong with a winning streak in Mortal Kombat, Daytona USA, and Star Wars, but you eventually lose your stretch when James crushes you in Dance Dance Revolution. You made him go a second time, but you still lost, and James called your frown cute, and it made your stomach twist because— fuck, this is a date. You aren’t here as just friends.

You make your way around the arcade until you both decide to call it a night and wrap it up with a few rounds of Pac-Man. It’s chillier in the city tonight, so James takes it upon himself to haul over a taxi to take you both to the hotel.

It’s nearing midnight when you and James walk into the hotel lobby, well past the ending of the show, and you’re holding your breath all the way to the elevator, silence taking over when the doors shut. And tonight was fun and lighthearted, and you’d hate to end it on a dull note.

You should just rip the bandaid off. Do it quick and get it over with so you don’t mislead James, because god, he’s such a good guy, and you’re just… you’re all confused with yourself and— fuck, James is looking at you, just do it.

“I think we should just stay friends.” You rush out.

If James is surprised, you wouldn’t be able to tell by a long shot because he’s simply shoving a hand in his pockets and shrugging, “Yeah, I kind of figured when you avoided holding my hand.” He scratches at his neck, and you fail to hold back the sympathetic twist on your face, “I had a really great time, I did, but I just can’t do anything serious right now…” You shyly explain, and James nods his head.

It falls awkwardly silent, and you curse Richie for booking the entire crew near the top of the building because the floor numbers seem to change slower than the seasons. James breaks the silence just four floors away from your destination, “It’s Eddie, isn’t it?”

You freeze at that, head snapping to look at James in shock, “I— what?”

James shrugs for the second time and turns to the doors, “I kind of clocked it as soon as you joined; you two have some weird thing going on.” He halfheartedly teases, and you feel your body heating up because if James can notice it, then who else has noticed it? God, this is more of a mess than you thought.

“Nothing is going on there,” you lie, “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but Eddie hates my guts, so.” You jokingly shrug. James laughs to ease the tension, only glancing back at you when you slow to a stop and the doors open, “I had a fun night, too, by the way. No hard feelings.” And with a wink, he wanders off to his room, and you’re left stepping out into the hallway. When you turn the corner, you find yourself wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole because right outside of your door stands Eddie Munson.

He watches you walk down the empty hall until you stand before him. He’s leaning a shoulder against your doorframe, one hand tucked in his pocket as the other works his cigarette back and forth from his lips. He’s in his usual all-black attire, and his eyes are dark beneath the smudged eyeliner and eyeshadow from the show. And it seems as if he got off the stage and came straight here, seeing as his hair is still slightly damp with sweat and the chains on his neck stick to his chest.

He speaks around a cloud of smoke, dark hooded eyes peering down at you with a gaze so sharp you almost cower, “Where were you?”

Jesus Christ, the audacity of this man.

Your initial thought is to snap back at him and ridicule him for being an asshole— and what’s his deal with always coming to your room? But then you remember you walked out on him when he’d asked you to stay for the first few songs.

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I—” “You went on a date.”

You freeze at that, blinking up at him as your face twists in confusion, “How do you know that?”

“Because where else would you be?” He counters.

“Maybe I got sick.” You argue, and Eddie raises an eyebrow, eyes dancing over your figure, “You don’t look sick.” He points out.

Your eyebrows pinch in frustration as Eddie takes another hit of his cigarette, “What do you want? I already said I’m sorry— which is much more than you’ve ever done, by the way.”

“I said sorry.” Eddie snaps. Eddie snuffs out his cigarette in the large plant next to the door as you scoff, turning to angrily shove your keycard into the door, “What, that shitty apology in the garden alleyway? You call that an apology? How fucking dense are you?” You open the door, moving to step in until Eddie’s fingers wrap around your arm, turning you back to him, “I said sorry. An actual apology, I did it, and you weren’t fucking there to hear it.” He seethes.

And woah, what the fuck does that mean? You weren’t there to hear it? What does he mean?

You blink, head shaking in confusion as you gaze up at Eddie, brows furrowed, eyes searching for an answer as you ask, “What do you mean?”

Eddie’s eyes are so beautiful, with swirling pools of forest ground and the tiniest specks of honey, and you believe somewhere within his eyes lives a fairy that gives him that ability to pull you in every time. He’s a hypnosis of a human, and it’s dangerous the way you can’t seem to fight through it.

Your eyes flutter shut when Eddie leans close enough to graze his lips over yours, and your heart races in anticipation of a kiss, but you can physically feel Eddie holding himself back.

“Eddie,” you lowly say, “What do you mean?”

Eddie turns his head to where his lips kiss the skin of your cheek, breath tickling the warm skin and sending shivers down your spine. He lets out a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes tight and muttering a curse under his breath as your hands slink up his chest to curl into the fabric of his shirt. The soft, curly strands of Eddie’s hair dance across your lips, and you want to scream because every inhale and exhale of your lungs is full of nothing but Eddie.

His name prances across your tongue once more, and Eddie cracks.

Eddie cracks wide open; one last hit of your hammer, and he’s putty in your hands, mouthing at you as if his life depended on it, devouring you and breathing you and pushing you until you have nowhere to go but inside your room.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie mumbles against your lips. “I’m sorry… let me make it up to you.”

You’re breathless and dizzy from lack of air, and Eddie is pushing you back onto the hotel bed, “I— what?”

Eddie’s fingers slip under your top, cool fingers pressing into your warm skin and causing your breath to hitch against his lips, “Let me make you feel good.” Eddie whispers against your lips.

And fuck, this is insane.

This is insane.

Just a few hours ago, you would’ve shoved Eddie away from you and told him to eat shit, but for some reason, with the way Eddie’s touching you and talking so gently, you find your body melting into his touch as you nod your head. “Yes?” Eddie seems like he doesn’t believe it, and your stomach twists as you clench your thighs together, nodding once more, “Yes.” You confirm.

Eddie kisses you once again, hastily and eagerly, as his hands push your top further up your torso. Your muscles tense and twitch beneath Eddie’s calloused fingers, and Eddie hums against the softness of your mouth, panting against your lips as he repeats, “Gonna make you feel good. Make up for what I did.”

You breathlessly laugh, “S’gonna take a lot more than this, Munson.”

And although you were slightly serious with that comment, you suppose Eddie takes it as more of a challenge as he shoves your top entirely over your chest, pulling away to tug the shirt off of you and toss it to the side.

Eddie surges forward to press sloppy kisses against the uncovered skin of your chest, sucking tiny little marks as he moves further down your body, pressing a hand to your chest to push you down into the bed when he reaches the waistband of your skirt.

It’s a black denim skirt, and Eddie takes a moment to admire how they hug your thighs perfectly— and he can’t seem to bring himself to remove it from your waist, so he pushes the skirt up around your hips instead. Your heart is racing, and you can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks as you attempt to close your thighs, but Eddie places his palms flat against the warm insides of them.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me already. I haven’t even taken off these cute little panties of yours.” Eddie presses a thumb to your cotton-covered clit, dragging the pad of his thumb down your slit and pressing into the damp spot. Your breath hitches, sparks flying throughout your body, and Eddie smiles. You whine, “I thought you were apologizing.” You frown.

Eddie hums, leaning forward to press a kiss right where your thigh meets the fold of your pussy. You squirm, and Eddie snickers, “I am.” He responds.

You sit up to lean on your elbows, glaring down at him between your thighs as you speak, “You’re not. You’re just teasing me.” You point out.

Eddie doesn’t respond as he hooks his fingers into the band of your panties, drags them down your legs, and drops them to the side, gaze flickering up to yours as you clench your thighs together. Eddie holds your gaze as he wraps his arms around your thighs, hooking his hands into the dip of your waist and tugging you to the edge of the bed. Your center throbs in anticipation as Eddie sinks to his knees on the carpet floor, dark eyes still locked onto yours as he fits his upper body between your thighs.

And Eddie doesn’t even bother looking between your thighs when he dips his head in and begins devouring you.

Eddie, you find, eats pussy like he has all the time in the world.

He’s sloppy with it, lapping at your center and suckling your clit until you’re a whiney mess beneath him. His fingers curl into the denim skirt that’s bunched around your hips, and his rings tauntingly wink up at you under the light as he clenches his fist against the material, tugging you closer to him so he can thrust his tongue further into you.

While Eddie is busy tasting you, you scramble to reach behind your back and unhook your bra. Between your thighs, Eddie watches as you toss the garment off to the side before cupping your tits in your hands and rolling your nipple between your middle and forefingers. Eddie moans against you, burying his face deeper into you and suckling enough to have you crying out in pleasure.

Eddie pulls back for a moment, sticky strings of his saliva and your arousal dripping from his lips as he removes one hand from your waist to sink two fingers into your cunt. You pant out his name, your face twisting in pleasure when he curls his fingers up against your walls. Your eyes are screwed shut so you don’t see Eddie leaning forward to purse his lips together and let a drop of saliva drip over your pussy and sinfully coat your clit. He’s quick to attach his mouth to the throbbing bundle of nerves, and you reach out a hand to thread your fingers through his hair, knuckles curling at the root to drag an animalistic growl from Eddie.

Eddie is one of the best, if not the best, head you’ve ever received. By the time you begin teetering over the edge, your thighs are twitching and tensing as if you’ve already come undone, and your chest is heaving beneath Eddie’s fingers as he toys with your tits.

When you cum, Eddie becomes greedier than he’d been before, licking and slurping up every last drop you have to give until you’re twitching away from him and pressing a shaky hand to his shoulder.

Eddie slinks up your body, sinking his fingers into his mouth to clean off your wetness before you slink an arm around his shoulders and pull him down to kiss you. Eddie’s fingers are wet as they cup the left side of your face, and the feeling of something wet on your face would usually have you cringing in distaste, but you only moan and press yourself further into Eddie.

You mumble for him to take his shirt off, and Eddie follows swiftly, too eager to go back to kissing you. He shivers when your hands meet his bare chest, fingertips exploring the vast expanse of untold stories in ink, hard yet plush muscles of his arms flexing beneath your touch.

“I wasn’t done saying sorry.” Eddie pants against your lips, and you breathily laugh, “You can finish some other time; I want to feel you now.” You respond, busying your hands with trailing down his lower stomach, sinking past the waistband of his leather pants.

Eddie kisses his way down your neck to begin sucking pretty bruises into the skin, and your core clenches when you realize Eddie is wearing nothing beneath the leather pants— and you try hard not to imagine how he’s probably been pressed up against the rough fabric, achy tip undeniably receiving pleasure from the sinful ways he uses his hips when he’s on stage.

Your shock doesn’t end there, however, because when you sink lower to wrap your hand around his cock, your body goes still at the feeling beneath your fingertips. Against the fiery skin of your cheek, you feel Eddie’s lips stretch into a smile and your heart races.

“What’s the matter, princess? Find something you like, hm?” Eddie can’t help the way his voice shakes near the end because you're giving his cock an experimental squeeze and running a finger over the sudden surprise.

You smile as you speak, “Is that a piercing?”

Eddie hums, turning his head, nose smashing against the side of yours as he presses a kiss to the side of your mouth, “Maybe..” He teasingly confirms.

And god, you might pass out.

Eddie’s dick is pierced. You’re not sure what more you’d expect from a rockstar, but you’re still shocked and ushering him to remove the annoying restriction of his pants.

When Eddie finally gets rid of his leather pants, you’ve shifted to sit on your knees in the middle of the bed, and Eddie stalks over to the edge of the bed, beckoning you over.

You don’t waste time crawling over to him, eyes stuck on the pretty sight before you. And sure, it’s not the first time you’ve seen a pierced dick (you’ve spent too much time working with rockstars), but it sure as hell is the first time you’ll be fucking one— not to mention his cock is perfect. It’s shaped and cut to perfection, something you’d expect from a pornstar, but Eddie is not a pornstar, and god, the sight of the metal barbell nestled right beneath the pink tip on the underside of his cock— it’s dizzying to see.

You peer up at Eddie, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking him once, chest fluttering when he fails to hold back a moan. “It’s really pretty, Eddie.” You softly say, and Eddie sheepishly and breathlessly laughs as you squeeze at his tip. “Want you to fuck me with it.”

Eddie groans, muttering a curse as he leans forward to press his lips against yours, pushing you until you’re crawling back up the bed to lay beneath him.

“I’ve never been with someone with a piercing…” You admit, and Eddie smiles at you, and your stomach twists when he reaches down to gently guide your movement up and down the length of his cock.

“Really? You’ve never fucked a pierced cock before?” He manages to say through his pleasure. Your teeth dig into the inside of your cheek as you shake your head no, and Eddie snickers when you ask, “Have you?”

His lips quirk into a smile, “Honey, you think I got the piercing done without a test run on how it feels?” He jokes.

You snort at that, and Eddie beams at you. You swipe your thumb over his leaking tip, and Eddie curses, watching as you mindlessly bring the glistening pad of your finger up to your tongue and hum.

“How’s it taste, sweetheart?” Eddie teases, and you hum as you respond, “Good. So good, wish I could taste more—” “No, no, no.” Eddie cuts you off with a shake of his head, reaching down to wrap a fist around himself.

“This isn’t about me. Plus, I’m losing my patience right now; I’ve been thinking about this since I fucking met you.” He presses himself flat against your pussy, and you gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders as he rolls his hips to slide himself up and down your wet cunt, the cool metal of the piercing catching onto your clit and sending shivers up your spine.

His gaze falls between your thighs to watch as your slick centers meet, cursing at the way your wet folds part around each drag of his cock. “You have such a pretty pussy, princess, fuck.” He rasps.

Your mind is spinning with the roll of Eddie’s hips, his dirty compliment, and his admission that he’s thought of fucking you before. You don’t dare to tell him you’ve thought of it too or that you’ve gotten off to the thought of it. You don’t even have to think about it because the tip of Eddie’s cock is catching the slickness of your entrance, and you’re gasping, body jerking in pleasure. Your lips accidentally smear against Eddie’s shoulder, and he hums, tilting his head and dipping to catch your lips in a sloppy kiss.

As he distracts you with his mouth, he slowly presses into you, and you lose your ability to keep up with Eddie’s lips because holy fuck— Eddie is bigger than you thought. Sure, you got a good look at him when he removed his pants to show you his surprise, but your mind must’ve been too muddled with lust to clock the size of him.

You can feel everything as he sinks into you, every vein running up the sides, and the mind-numbing sensation of the barbell as he presses into you. “Holy shit,” you breathlessly whisper against the skin of his shoulder, legs tightening around his waist as the burning yet toe-curling feeling settles in. Eddie snickers above you, “That good?”

You’re coherent enough to snap back at his cockiness, “No.”

Eddie laughs, and you want to make a snippy comeback, but it gets lost on your tongue when Eddie gives his hips one experimental roll.

Eddie is pathetically close to cumming.

Eddie’s cock has only been nestled within your warm, wet, pulsing walls for barely two minutes, and he’s about to blow like he’s a goddamn teenager— and it doesn’t help how heavenly you sound and look writhing beneath him.

Eddie’s not sure where to look; your face, your tits, or the hypnotizing sight of your cunt sucking him in over and over with each thrust he gives you. “Fuck,” he curses, “You’re taking me so well, princess.” He leans in the nose at your cheek before licking at the curve of your jaw, shivering at the wet moan you pant into his ear.

“Been hiding this pretty pussy from me?” Eddie hums, sucking a delicate bruise right below your ear. And god, Eddie could spend forever like this, drilling into you and marking you everywhere and pulling these pretty sounds from you. Eddie’s so close, oh god.

You mewl at his words, hips squirming as Eddie snaps his hips into you, “No,” you whine, “You’ve been mean to me.” And Eddie thinks you’re awfully cute when you’re blissed out and pouting. And your eyes are glossy, lips slick with spit and swollen from kissing.

Eddie wishes he had a photographic memory because he doesn’t want to forget a single detail of this moment. Eddie has one hand clutching the sheets beside your head as he lets the other hand coast up your side to land on your chest, thumb brushing over your nipple to pull a moan from you. “I know,” Eddie lowly replies, “I’m sorry, princess.” He kisses your chin, and you clench around him.

Eddie’s fist clenches around the sheet, fighting to hold himself back as he presses deep into you and stills, cock twitching within your walls. “Gonna let me show you how sorry I am?” He asks.

You're hazy and cockdrunk, and Eddie can’t wait to unpack the fact that you go braindead when you’re fucked good. Eddie nudges himself into you, although he’s pressed all the way into your cunt, and you whimper before eagerly nodding.

“Yeah?” Eddie teases. You nod again, fingers digging into Eddie’s arm as you speak, “Yes, Eddie— fuck. Yeah, show me, please.”

Eddie almost loses it.

It’s slightly scary how much Eddie likes this, how much he’s enjoying this— the feeling of you beneath him, the wetness, the heat, the sweat-sticky touches, and the sloppy smattering of kisses. God, Eddie’s in love with it.

The short five-second break Eddie managed to pull from questioning (teasing) you was enough for him to get ahold of himself. Eddie sits up and grasps the back of your knee, hauling your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle at fucking you, and you gasp when his cock rubs against your spot.

Eddie doesn’t waste time once he gets the position situated. He leaves one hand splayed beside your head to hold him up as the other hand grips the warm flesh of your thigh before resuming his thrusting, this time at a deeper and quicker pace.

The sound of skin meeting and the wet sloshing noise of sex echoes through the room amongst the mix of moans and sultry-soaked remarks. Eddie doesn’t notice his hand slipping from your thigh and slinking up to wrap around your neck, but he hesitates when you whimper. He almost removes his hand, but you wrap a shaky hand around his wrist and nod— and fuck, Eddie will never be the same man after this.

Eddie can feel the heat and the pulse of your heart as his fingers tighten around your neck. Your moans are becoming more and more frequent and higher in pitch, and Eddie can feel the way you’re fluttering around him more sporadically, and he can’t wait to feel it when you cum.

Eddie leans over you, lips brushing your parted ones as he encourages you to let go, “Come on, let me feel it. I’m not leaving until you soak my cock, princess.”

Your body is on fire.

It’s almost alarming how easily and well Eddie has unraveled you. His presence is nearly overwhelming with the way he’s hovering so close over you, but you love it— the tickle of his long curls on your shoulders and chest, the intoxicating smell of him, the dizzying hold he has around your neck— you preen for it.

You’re so close when Eddie tells you to cum, and you barely have enough time to prepare for the earth-shattering orgasm that ripples through you the second Eddie presses a thumb to your aching clit and rubs tight circles against it.

Your body tenses, and your moans crack upon the surface as you melt into him until you’re nothing but a quivering mess. Eddie talks you through it, tells you how pretty you sound and how good you feel wrapped around him. Your orgasm had hit you so hard that you barely registered the broken moan that came from Eddie before he pushed deep into you and emptied every last drop of himself into your pulsing heat.

Eddie curses, his cock pulsing within you, and you let out an exhausted yet satisfied sigh when he rolls his hips into you once more. You’re both silent for a long moment as you come back down to earth, Eddie’s forehead pressed against your shoulder as you subconsciously let your hand run up the side of his torso.

Eddie shifts to turn his head to where he can slightly see your face as he still hides against your shoulder, “Apology accepted?”

Saturday morning, the next day, you wake up and want to bury yourself under the hotel sheets.

Last night was… interesting, to say the least. It was good— mind-blowing— but you still have that lingering feeling in your chest that maybe you and Eddie shouldn’t have slept together. Maybe you let him in too quickly. Maybe it was all a lie, Eddie’s ‘apology’. All the gentle caresses and the passion-filled kisses with the heart flutter words. Maybe it was all for show, just to get you to let your walls down so he could have at you.

Eddie didn’t spend the night with you.

In fact, Eddie practically ran out the door after your extremities were over, and you were left with the aftermath of spinning thoughts and an aching chest. So much for sorry.

The dining room is buzzing with chatter and laughter of excitement— today is the last off day before the final show of the residency— but you’re too in your head to join in on the conversation because Eddie won’t even look at you.

Your throat feels tight, and you spend the majority of breakfast just pushing your food around the plate, and you manage to pull a smile and nod your head when Naomi asks if you’re okay. But fuck, you want to scream.

You should’ve never believed Eddie when he told you he’d change or when he practically spent the entire night worshipping your body and begging for your forgiveness. Eddie didn’t want forgiveness. He just wanted to fuck you, and you should’ve known that from the second he kissed you.

But Eddie’s kisses can tell a hell of a lie, and damn you for falling for them.

You’re spooked when you feel a hand rest on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. It’s Richie, and he peers down at you and gives you a tight-lipped smile as he leans in and lowly speaks, “Can I speak with you outside?”

You nod, dropping your fork onto your plate and quietly rising from your chair. And for the first time today, Eddie looks at you. Your chest tightens, and you think it’s stupid that you’d been upset about this because it’s Eddie for fucks sake. He’s a rockstar, and he surely never made the mistake of presenting himself as if he was anything other than a man who fucks whoever they want and moves on the next day. Eddie’s jaw ticks, he looks away, and you bite your tongue as anger floods your body.

You ignore it as you turn around and follow Richie into the hallway.

You’re hardly paying attention when you both step out of the room, but the slamming of the door is the cue for Richie to start speaking. “Listen, Birdie,” he begins, “You know I adore you. I’m always in your corner, no matter what… But I have to put my boys first.”

It’s concerning, the way Richie is beginning this conversation, and it’s even worse when he can’t seem to look you in the eye for more than five seconds at a time. Your heart rate picks up, and you begin to think maybe…

No, Richie can’t know. There’s no way he’d know, right? Unless if someone told him. One of the band members, or James, or— fuck, there’s too many people that know at this rate. But you didn’t think it would reach Richie.

No, you’re just spinning out. Richie doesn’t know, and this is about something else; it has to be.

You shake your head, brows furrowed as you speak, “I’m not sure I understand.”

Richie glances around the corridor and shifts in his spot, scratching at the back of his neck as he speaks, “Listen, I uh,” he glances at you, and your heart drops because you now know why he’s pulled you aside.

“I know about you and Eddie.”

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part nine

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a/n: hiiii, you made it to the end !! IM SORRY FOR ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER FRIENDS, i promise there won't be anymore from here on out (i think hehe), BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS SMUTTY LITTLE PART, thank you for reading, ilysm and i appreciate all and any feedback <3

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soulmate au!ezra/reader

this is solely the fault of one single anon who called out something i put in the tags and now it’s a whole universe but you know what?? it’s the love of my life. anon i hope u see this 💛 i also just want to say i know there isn’t A Lot of soulmate talk in this one but it’s important for the narrative okay bear with me

playlist // series masterlist // main masterlist

word count: 7.2k (a Big Boy)

warnings: swearing, my usual allusions to smut bc we keep things neutral in this house, brief food/alcohol mentions, 18+ please no babies

It might be the ugliest ship you’ve ever seen.

Not that you’re really one to judge, the one you charter out when you’re running point on a job is a mismatched patchwork of rusty panels held together with electrical tape and hope. If there’s the slightest possibility you might be a teeny tiny bit disappointed in it, it’s only because agency jobs are usually a little cushier. A little safer for once. You could do with a bit safer.

Your family might prefer a lot safer, but you’d sooner take your chances in open space without a suit than take a job working scrapyards. At least risking your life on digs gets a decent payout.

“You the danger mouse?”

It’s not an accent you hear often on the Pug, the majority of the station’s population is human, but you turn with a smile to meet the bright purple eyes of the Thanne. Armour-strong scales and sharp teeth, but he seems kind and mild mannered despite his clear predatory biology. You nod as you readjust the pack on your shoulders.

“I’m Iras.” He holds his hand out to you. A distinctly human gesture made a little awkward by the sharp edged scales and extra fingers, but you shake it nonetheless. He’s your captain for this job after all. You wonder where a Thanne became so well versed in human custom, the species as a whole tend to keep to themselves instead of branching out into the universe like so many others, until his crew members appear on the boarding ramp.

Iras gestures to each of them in turn. Summer, a blonde woman with dark skin and a kind smile, and Milo, an older man with a swirling tattoo above his left eyebrow that matches the navy blue of his eyes.

“Is it just us?” You ask. You could have sworn there was a fifth name on the manifest you’d been forwarded, but teams are always subject to change. You just hope you’ll have your own room.

“Ezra always leaves things down to the wire, he’ll show up right before we’re due to push out.” Summer laughs fondly, throwing an arm around your shoulders like she’s known you her whole life. You’re usually a little wary with brand new teams but the way she’s already chatting away makes you feel at home. The last agency job you were sent on got dicey, fast, somehow you’re sure the same won’t happen with this lot.

“There he is.” Milo leans out of the ship to point out into the docks.

You turn to see a man sauntering through the throngs of harvesters towards the ship, and it’s odd. The rest of the crowd seems to melt away as he closes the distance, even the weight of Summer’s arm on your shoulders feels not quite there. You take the moment to study him. He looks all business with his dark hair and his charcoal grey shirt and the neat pack slung over his shoulder, but his pants and boots have seen better days and the streak of blonde at his temple makes you smile. It’s nice to finally be with a crew without a single stuffy addition.

“It’s not often I get to congregate with like-minded souls.” He grins when he’s in earshot, a flash of something feline in his eyes. You don’t want to admit that you like it.

“Like-minded?” You tilt your head at him as you follow Summer up the ramp and into the ship. Ezra slips in behind you just as it starts to raise. Just like the others said.

“We’ve all got the same death wish, Sunspot.”

The launch, at least, is smooth despite the beaten up ship and it’s only about twenty minutes before you’re far enough from the Pug to punch a lane to the next system over. At least it isn’t far, there’s only a day between now and making planetfall. Somehow, you’re not surprised to find that it’s more of a barracks and bunk beds situation rather than each having a private quarters. Last time you were hired by the agency, you definitely got your own room. But it gives you a chance to chat with the others as you unpack.

Milo explains the air isn’t breathable, so he’ll need to double check to make sure everyone’s filters are running at capacity. But he reassures you that it’s a comfortable temperature, so it’s good to know you won’t be sweltering in your suits or freezing your asses off.

You pick the bed on the wall beside the door, taking out a few essentials from your pack and tucking the rest safely away in the storage compartment. Just as he did back at the docks, Ezra is the last to find his way to the room. He settles his things on the bunk opposite yours because the universe has it out for you, apparently.

“Did I hear one of them call you the danger mouse?”

You struggle not to roll your eyes at the nickname awarded to anyone stupid enough to do your job, although admittedly he doesn’t sound like he knows why. You offer him your name instead and pretend the way he rolls it around in his mouth doesn’t send a shock right down to your bones. You’re not in the habit of sleeping with colleagues, not until the job’s over at least. But you’d be lying if you said you’re not tempted.

“They call me in when a site’s unstable but too profitable to close.” You answer, tugging your sleeves up as the climate control settles to a comfortable temperature.

Ezra raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue, and you pull off your gloves. They land on your thin mattress as you hold your hands out between you. Not even the slightest twitch.

“Steadiest hands on the Pug.”

“So they are.” There’s a challenge in his voice that threatens to send a shiver up your spine. It’s clear he doesn’t doubt your skill in the field, but the return of that glint in his eye from the docks has you wondering exactly what else he’s thinking about as he studies your hands. It’s not hard to work out.

It’s been so long since you had to travel out of the system, you forgot how much inter-system lanes can fuck with the human brain. You’re half asleep for the thirty minutes you spend sorting your things for the morning, barely enough energy to change into the sweatpants and ratty t-shirt you call pyjamas, before you crawl into bed and settle down almost immediately.

Only you don’t get to sleep for as long as you’d like. The rest of the crew seem to have filtered in after you, the shift of sheets and snores float through the dimmed room. Except, it’s not just that. There’s shuffling and bed creaking from further down the line of bunks. A hushed giggle sounds in the silence and-

Oh god. Oh no.

They’re not. They can’t be, they- they are.

You’re very awake all of a sudden, eyes wide as you keep them firmly on the ceiling and wishing as hard as you can for an alarm to start beeping or something. Anything to get whoever’s banging Summer to stop. A deep voice hushes her when she laughs again. Iras. Knowing is somehow worse. The mechanics- you don’t even want to think about it.

You turn onto your side slowly, but loud enough to hint that maybe they should find somewhere else for their escapades, and fold your pillow around your head as a kind of makeshift set of earmuffs. Whether they’ve quieted down or it muffles the noise, you’re not sure, but it seems to have worked enough. You catch Ezra’s eye in the almost-darkness, much in the same position as he holds his pillow over his own ears.

It’s embarrassing for the both of you, even as you share a conspiratorial look. But somehow, it’s less awkward to have to hear Iras and Summer going at it when you know he’s awake. He winces when a particularly loud squeak echoes through the room, and it takes everything in you not to bust out laughing. You fall asleep again eventually, making faces at Ezra in the dark until neither of you can keep your eyes open anymore.

You’re surprisingly well rested come the morning, when the whole ship jolts as it punches into the system and you’re almost thrown out of bed. So much so that it’s easy to forget that you woke up at all until you shuffle into the main living compartment of the ship. One of the crates by the wall has been cracked open, Milo hands out granola bars for breakfast.

Summer and Iras are sitting in the same chair, feeding each other, and it might be cute if you’d been awake longer and hadn’t been woken up by their activities in the middle of the night. You slump into a free chair, face twisted in disgust for a moment. You’re pretty sure nobody else sees until Ezra laughs and drops into the seat beside you. They’re nice people, from how they took you as a friend immediately, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s just a bit much for your perpetually single heart to take.

“It’s a week-long job, they can’t take a break?” You watch as they finally pry themselves apart to start, you know, actually working. But not without a genuinely gross kiss that definitely toes the line of public decency. Suddenly the half-eaten bar in your hand isn’t all that appealing anymore.

“Soulmates take no breaks, Sunspot. I’m sure yours would be hard pressed to be anywhere but in bed with you whenever they get the chance.” Ezra winks and it takes you a moment to remember where you are. A glance at the pair makes your new knowledge obvious, the way they seem to be touching, even now, on opposite sides of the room.

“I’m not sure I believe in all that red string stuff.”

Once the ship is safely landed a short walk from the site, the days you spend digging pass with ease. The deposit is a decent size, it takes all five of you to cover it completely, and the payout should be enough to keep you all comfortable for a little while even with the agency’s cut. The crew around you fill the time enough that you barely notice the week coming to a close.

Summer sings in the mornings as she cleans her equipment and readies her pack for the day. Miles talks gently to the cells as though they can hear him, shushing them any time he worries a gem might corrupt. Iras seems to have a secret superpower when it comes to the ration packs, they always taste better when he’s the one on lunch duty. And Ezra spends the afternoons regaling you all with tales of ancient beasts, laying eggs that fossilise into the very gems you’re harvesting. Although you’re not sure how true they are.

You almost get through the whole dig without a hitch. Almost. But aurelac is a tricky thing, even a change in the wind can turn a site for the worst. You’re all sitting around at lunch when it happens. The telltale smoke wafts up into the air for no visible reason at all and although you’ve collected enough to cover the quota, you’d still rather not lose viable gems.

“Get to what you came here for.” Iras gestures in your direction and you dive into the pit head first.

You’re not even sure you stop to think as you follow the harvesting steps at lightning speed, salvaging half the corrupted cells before someone tugs you out by the collar of your suit. The rest of the site starts to smoke the moment you’re out of range, spitting and hissing and rendering the rest of the gems worthless.

“Danger mouse indeed.” Ezra chuckles over the comm system, hand still fisted in the fabric of your suit. For once, the nickname makes you smile.

While you all go your separate ways after the ship has docked back on the Pug, Summer makes you all promise to meet later at a club you’ve only heard of in your friends’ messy night out stories. Still, you pinky swear when she holds her hand out to you and try to remember if you have a single item in your wardrobe that’ll pass as club attire. Or at least something that isn’t so worn there are holes in it.

Even if it’s a song he knows, there’s no chance that Ezra could recognise it with the volume cranked so high through the cheap speaker that everything but the beat is distorted. Still, it doesn’t stop people from dancing.

He’s a little late, as usual, but he doesn’t need to worry as Iras appears behind him and claps a hand on his shoulder, pointing to a booth across the room where Milo is looking increasingly uncomfortable.

It doesn’t take long for Ezra to spot you and Summer in the middle of the dance floor, as he follows Iras around the edge of the space to the booth Milo’s claimed. You’re both more jumping than dancing, yelling the unintelligible lyrics of the song into each other's faces. He can’t hear your breathless laughter as Summer spins you in a circle, smile wide and bright, but he can feel it in his ribs. The drums of the song kick in at the same time the swirling lights of the club light you up like some kind of celestial being, just as you catch his eye through the crowd. And everyone else disappears. The rest of the world, rest of the universe, fades into the background. Just like they did the first time he saw you, glaring suspiciously at the ship on the docks.

Summer’s dragging you back to the table when the song comes to a close, the both of you out of breath and laughing, and Ezra has to try desperately to remember how to speak when he watches a little bead of sweat slide down the side of your neck. And stop himself from just licking a line straight up it. His silent suffering only increases when Milo holds out a shot of the most potent alcohol the Pug has to offer and you down it without so much as a flinch, winking at him when you return the glass to the table for good measure.

Milo calls it a night only an hour later, clearly only having braved the crowds of the club to celebrate the job. Summer and Iras are tangled in each other on the dancefloor, or the booth, as they keep the shots coming. You, at least, decide to keep your wits about you, declining every drink after the one Milo had handed you. Nobody’s going to fuck with a Thanne, even in as seedy a club as this, so you don’t worry about Summer as she gets sloppier and sloppier. But there’s no spiky non-human boyfriend looking out for you down here, it’s just you and the knife you keep at your hip.

You pull yourself from the dance floor, eyes tracking the room for the missing member of your party, until you feel a set of eyes on you from above. Ezra’s leaning on the bannister of the stairs, his unflinching gaze set solely on you. And you can’t help but smile. You follow him up to the mezzanine without hesitation when he glances upwards and back to you. The buzz of the shot has mostly faded from your veins, replaced by something much more dangerous by the way he’s looking at you. The way he’s looked at you since you met him.

It’s not hard to spot your friends from up here, leaning over the barrier with Ezra to people watch. He crafts stories about every stranger who catches his eye. The man hunched over the bar in a beaten up jacket, the waitress who fiddles with her necklace any time her hands aren’t occupied, the pair of lovers tucked away in the dark corner on the other side of the mezzanine. You find yourself sliding closer to him the more he talks, wrapped up in the warmth of his voice even in the rundown club. Your shoulder knocks into his as you mindlessly bop to the music and listen to his made up stories. Utterly enchanted. It’s hard to remember a time when you felt this way with anybody, if you ever did at all. To tell the truth, it’s hard to remember anyone before Ezra. And neither of you have even made a move yet.

He's got his arms braced on the barrier, and you find yourself lifting the one closest to you so you can slip in between them. Surrounded on all sides and you couldn’t feel more comfortable. To his credit, he doesn’t falter in his vivid storytelling about the group now settled in the booth your crew had claimed earlier, not even a stutter as you turn in his arms to face him. He’s decided they’re here to celebrate the beginning of a new job, rather than a successful harvest. His eyes flick to you for the barest moment, enough to notice yours are firmly focused on the way his lips move around his words, before searching the club below for another story. Another way to keep his mind and mouth occupied so he doesn’t accidentally admit all the sinful things he wants to do to you when you press your ass up against him like that.

“Ezra.”

He shouldn’t be able to hear you over the music, but you’re nose to nose and he’d be hard pressed to ignore the way you practically purr his name. He’s expecting you to make another flirty comment in that voice that sends his mind reeling into all manner of indecent places the same way you have been all night.

“Can I kiss you?”

He doesn’t expect you to just outright ask him.

“Yeah.” Yeah. Hell of a time for his eloquence to fail, not that it matters anyway. You’re on him the moment he stops speaking.

It’s like the sun explodes inside him, the way his stomach bottoms out the second your lips touch his. There’s nothing soft about it, not the way he might have imagined there would be. If he’d been so bold as to let himself imagine what kissing you might be like. You’re all warmth and heat and you still taste a little bit like the shot you’d thrown back earlier, and he finds himself falling. Not that Ezra minds, he hopes his parachute never opens if it means you’ll keep kissing him like this.

You let your fingers roam under his jacket, twist themselves in the thin fabric of his t-shirt, and you sigh into his mouth. God, you knew he’d be good at this. His hands leave a trail of starlight as they trace over your body, never quite choosing a place to rest. They start to settle on your shoulders, only to skim down your arms and squeeze harshly on your waist, to play along the strip of skin he finds just underneath the hem of your shirt, to grip harder than he might mean to onto the meat of your ass through your pants. You gasp, break the kiss for barely a moment, and stop his apology in its tracks.

He doesn’t protest when you walk him backwards, still groping at each other like it’s just the two of you in the whole club. Ezra only groans when his back hits the wall and you push even closer into him, as if there was even any space left for air between your bodies already. He’s not about to complain. He could kiss you for a thousand years and it still wouldn’t be enough. It’’ll never be enough, not for a soul as hungry as his. You pull back too soon, far too soon, and it takes a solid minute for his brain to kick in and break the vice grip he still has a little too low for the public eye.

Oh, that look on your face. He’s in trouble.

“Where are you off to?” Ezra asks, flushed and breathless, a hand stretched halfway out to where you’re backing toward the stairs.

“Home,” You say with a sly smile, “You coming?”

He can’t push off the wall fast enough.

You don’t live far from the club, a ten minute walk at the most, but Ezra manages to make it a solid twenty with the way he keeps pulling you to him. Not that you’re about to complain. You’ve been waiting a week to let him get his hands on you. At the press of his lips on your neck, the shudder it sends down your spine, you wonder if part of you has been waiting even longer than that.

You’re trying, desperately, to type in the keycode to your apartment. If Ezra could calm down with the grabby hands, you might have gotten it right straight away.

“No roommates?” He asks, kissing along your shoulder, and you take the temporary reprieve to kick your brain into gear and remember the fucking numbers.

“Hugo won’t be too upset if I make him sleep on the couch.”

The door slides back into the wall to reveal a dark apartment, a strip of light from the hall falling on a very orange cat. He stares at you for a second, clearly not particularly pleased that he’s been so rudely roused from a nap, before he settles back to sleep stretched out on the couch cushions. Hugo. Ezra is silently relieved that the roommate is just a cat, he’s not sure he’s got the self control to stay quiet tonight. Or to make sure you do.

You waste no time once you gesture for Ezra to walk in ahead of you, flicking the switch on the wall to slide the door shut and pulling him back to your lips. He doesn’t hesitate to crowd you up against the cold metal.

Although you could devour each other until the closest sun explodes and swallows the station whole, Ezra has to break away. To think, to breathe, to tease you a little about the moan he just swallowed from you. But you beat him to it.

“Gotta catch your breath?” The smile on your face threatens to make his knees buckle, and with you pressed up against the closed door the way you are? He might just let them.

“What do you want, Sunspot?”

You left a lamp on in your bedroom, the door cracked just enough to let a little filter through to the main living space. Still, he’s almost completely silhouetted against the warm yellow glow. As if he’s some kind of ethereal being, maybe he is.

“Make me see the stars.” You pull him in as close as you can and let your lips brush over his as you whisper. His next words make you shudder almost as much as the way he drags the zipper of your jacket down, slowly, tooth by tooth.

“As you wish.”

And boy, does he deliver.

You’re expecting things to feel more unfamiliar than they do, as you explore each other for the first time, but it’s like you’ve been here before. Once, twice, a hundred times before. Every move feels oddly choreographed. Ezra knows exactly how to take you apart and put you back together again, the way he pulls every twitch and moan out of you so expertly. You’re no different, as your fingers map the plains of his chest like it’s muscle memory.

You shake it off, put the thoughts to the back of your mind. You’ve been around the block a little in your time on the Pug, it only makes sense that he has the same kind of experience. But shared experience or not, you can’t deny how much having him so close feels like a homecoming of sorts.

It’s the best sleep of your whole fucking life and, honestly, you’re not that surprised. Ezra makes a damn good pillow. Even if you both wake hours later into the day cycle than either of you normally would. Even if he’s more of a morning person than you are. It’s kind of nice, to sit still snuggled in your pile of blankets and watch him potter around your apartment as Hugo winds around his ankles like he’s been there for years.

Your fridge, however, is heartbreakingly empty and renders his offer of making breakfast pointless. Instead, he pulls his shirt on and offers to take you to the best little diner he knows, tucked away in the heart of the marketplace. It’s a hard offer to turn down.

“What kind of gentleman would I be to have so much income at my disposal and not treat such a beauty as yourself to a good meal?” He winks as he flashes his credit chit at you as if you didn’t scan in for your paychecks at the same time. You laugh as you empty a food pouch into Hugo’s bowl, and tell him he better show you all the good breakfast spots. You shrug off his raised eyebrow and mutters of a ‘next time’. As if he didn’t already know.

Still, Ezra takes you by the hand the moment your apartment door secures itself shut behind you, leading you through the hall and out into the street, and you’ve never felt more wanted.

It’s like everything’s brighter, walking leisurely through the bustling market stalls with Ezra. The smells are stronger as spices in the air cling to your nose, the cacophony of vendors calling out almost sounds like music, and you start to laugh. Hand in his, in the middle of the maze of stalls full of food and tools and trinkets. As if it’s just the two of you in the whole universe.

At least Ezra doesn’t look back at you like you’re crazy. He smiles too, just as big, and you feel bathed in warmth the same as when the sun comes out planetside.

You’re both still grinning when he leads you deeper through the market, down an alley and up a flight of stairs to an unassuming door.

“Is this where you murder me?” You joke just as the door opens to reveal a short older woman with an eyepatch, who pulls Ezra down into a tight hug as soon as he’s in arms reach. He introduces her as Merse, the woman who’s run the best diner no one’s ever heard of on the whole station. She slaps his arm for his cheek, but her grin grows twice as wide when she spots your intertwined hands.

Ezra pulls you through the doorway after him as he follows Merse, chatting about how she always keeps the best table open just in case he brings a friend and you try not to smile too wide when she wiggles her eyebrows at you. He says something to you, but you’re too distracted by the view from the big windows.

The far wall is completely glass, overlooking the main docks, lined with booths. A small family sits in one of them, their two children standing up on the seats to watch the ships come and go. You’ve never seen it from this angle before, always down in the masses and scanning the boards for new jobs. It’s kind of beautiful. In a rusty, patchwork sort of way.

Merse points you towards one of the booths with a promise that she’ll bring you the best breakfast you’ll ever have, something tells you she’s not lying.

It’s not long after you slide into the booth that she comes marching out of the kitchen with two plates, wafting steam that makes your mouth water and your stomach rumble. Rice and vegetables and eggs and all sorts of things you’ve never even seen pile high, and you’d worry you wouldn’t be able to finish it all if you weren’t so hungry.

“You know I won’t break, right?” You push your fork around in the remaining rice on your plate as you watch Ezra absorb your words. He thinks about it for a long moment, dark eyes over you before settling on your own.

“What’s this about?” He knows, you know he knows. More importantly, you know he’s going to make you say it. In the middle of the day cycle, in this family friendly diner.

“Just,” You exhale sharply, “Making sure you’re aware.” Your body floods with a shyness that’s alien compared to the confidence you had last night and suddenly, your breakfast is the most interesting thing on the Pug. You can practically feel him smiling at you, but you don’t dare look up to meet it.

He was right though, the food really is some of the best you’ve ever had.

It’s not until you’ve wandered back through the market, still hand in hand, and found your way back to your apartment that Ezra decides to bring it up. He may have been more than a little distracted last night, but he’s sure he spotted a set of old books sitting on a shelf above your couch. You freeze, ready to go on the defensive about how ink and paper will never be obsolete, until you realise he’s genuinely interested. He’s not judging you by any means. Something about the curiosity shining in his eyes makes your heart flutter more than you care to admit.

He could watch you talk about your books all day, every day, for the rest of his life. How your eyes lit up when you recognised his interest, a paperback lover himself. You can’t seem to stop yourself as you dive into the intricate details of your favourite classics, two or three hundred year old texts that make you feel like you’ve lived a thousand different lives at once. He wants so badly for you to keep talking but the more impassioned you become, the more he wants to kiss you.

You trail off at some point, he loses track when you climb into his lap to point out notes you’ve made in margins and the books lie scattered on the couch beside you as you kiss him until neither of you can breathe. You’re still a little achy from last night, deep in your bones, and you hiss when his teeth scrape across your shoulder.

“Won’t break, is that right?” Ezra chuckles darkly and nips at your jaw, “Can I try?”

“Please.”

You wake at the creak of your bedroom door, sometime in the early hours. Hugo noses his way through the narrow gap and hops up onto the bed, curling up on the unclaimed pillow by your head. Ezra sleeps deeply, face buried in your neck, and you let the warmth of him wash over you. It ebbs and flows like a tide, that familiarity. The undeniable fact that something about this just feels right. You’ve known this man a week and yet you’re here wondering, as he rests in your arms, if he might want more than just this with you.

Oh, but you are so afraid. Afraid to put a name to anything about him because what then? Will he tell you that you’re simply a placeholder in his life for something better, or that his heart might bleed through his skin when you’re apart? You’re not sure which is worse. Not that it matters, there is no word in any language that would be able to explain exactly how you feel about the man asleep in your arms. It’s enough, you think, to have him with you at all. In any capacity. Whatever pieces of his soul he bares as your breathing evens and his mind wanders. That is enough, and you will protect it with your life.

You have to part ways at some point, of course. Another week of rolling around in your bed sheets together, on the couch, on your pitiful kitchen counter, up against the wall, and Ezra gets a call from the agency. It’s a last minute job, the crew only need an extra set of hands to fit the safety standards, but it’s several systems out from the Pug. It’ll take him away for at least a month. You trail after him at the docks, with promises of messages in his absence and all manner of unsavoury activities on his return. It’s with a deep kiss and a wolf whistle from a couple of dock workers on their break, that you wish him luck. And ask him to hurry back.

Summer’s message surprises you when it dings through on your tablet. Some gajillionaire on Dallore T53 has found an aurelac deposit on the grounds of his new estate and wants it gone. She’s preoccupied, already out on another dig with Iras and a new crew. But it’s the kindness of her even thinking to offer it to you that makes your heart swell. It’s been a while since you’ve had real, honest to god, friends.

You’d go in alone, normally, for something like this. But now? Now, you’re punching in Ezra’s comm pin before you can even really register what it is that you’re doing. He only got back a week ago, and you made him settle in back home before he could settle in yours. It’s not like the two of you would be doing any resting on his return to your apartment, exactly. The job was a pain, he’d told you, it ran months longer than anyone expected and you’re sure he’s still exhausted. He won’t agree, but you find you have to ask. Just in case.

“Sunspot?” He sounds happy, rested. And you breathe a sigh of relief, at least he can follow your orders when he wants to.

Hugo snakes around your ankles at the familiar voice, the same way he does any time the man himself walks through the door. If you didn’t know that the little orange devil’s alliances lie in who feeds him, you might think he loves him more than you.

You explain about the job, make sure to stress that he doesn’t have to come. That you don’t even really need to take it if he’d rather you stay close by. Okay, you don’t say that out loud, but the smile you hear in his words through the speaker makes it known that he’s heard you. Loud and clear.

It doesn’t matter in the end, not when he accepts before you even have a chance to give him any details. You don’t know why you were so worried he might say no.

“Any excuse to be warmed by your light, Sunspot.” Hugo brushes up against your leg at the same time Ezra’s voice practically drips through the speaker, smooth as honey.

“Is that a euphemism?”

“Do you want it to be?”

You choke on your breath and he laughs like you’ve told the funniest joke in the universe. He’ll kill you one of these days, you’re sure of it.

You charter the ship you usually take on private jobs, the space a little smaller than you remember with another person on board, but it’s not like either of you aren’t used to being in close quarters with each other by now. At least Ezra has the decency not to be mean about the beaten up exterior, she still flies true. He’d grinned at that, told you how a rough outside often means the opposite of the interior mechanics. The glint in his eye is enough to know he’s not just talking about the ship.

At least the planet is in the same system as the Pug, so there’s no need to punch through to a lane. You fly in silence for a few hours, the familiar feel of the controls under your fingers as you guide it through the sky. Ezra’s eyes remain firmly on you although you pretend as though you don’t notice, and it takes him a moment to come back to the present when you ask him to flick a few switches and prepare to enter the atmosphere.

The coordinates the client gave you to land are only a short walk from the house itself, a great stone castle-looking thing. It’s kind of ugly, the way the limestone juts out above the treeline. A big white block among the rich reds and oranges of the leaves. They grow that colour all year round, perpetually stuck in spring and summer. It must be nice to have the kind of money to find somewhere like that and decide you’ll build a house there. The air is breathable, and a quick look at the planet file proves it’s never too hot or too cold. A perfect place to build a house really. Although, if it were you making that kind of decision, you’d maybe go for a design that’s a little less cubist.

The deposit isn’t huge, but it’ll be a good payout nonetheless providing the cells are all in good nick. You and Ezra wade through swathes of long grass and wildflowers until you find a spot to set up camp. At least you’re not stuck in bulky suits and having to lug around your equipment.

You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect dig if you’d tried. Each of the cells sit far enough away from each other that even if one were to fail, it wouldn’t corrupt a whole mess of the others. Although with both of your talents, it doesn’t surprise you when you collect every last crystal without a single misstep.

You’d told Ezra the profit would be split down the middle, equal pay for equal work. But it doesn’t stop him from sliding an extra gem into your pack to cover the ship charter. After all, you’re the one who was offered the job in the first place. He’s just following his heart, the one that walks around outside of his body and throws itself into deposits mid-corruption.

You hold one of the little gems aloft in the sunlight and watch as it sparkles.

“I used to think it was weird how rabid people go for these. But the more I dig the more I get it, isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

Ezra tilts his head like he’s studying the rock, but his dark eyes don’t leave yours.

“It’s a close second.”

Sap.

Night falls before either of you realise just how late it is, clearing out the last few cells of the deposit. It’s not worth going back to the Pug now, he reasons, and you find it hard to disagree. The ache of the few days you’ve spent digging has settled deep in your muscles, the thought of having to run through docking procedure when you’re so tired is enough to make you wince.

You let him take you for all you’re worth under the watchful eye of the heavens, and find there’s more stars behind your eyelids than you could ever hope to see in the skies. It’s all you can do to cry out the name of the only god to ever make you feel this holy. Ezra.

He wakes with the sun, the same way he always has on jobs, to find you curled so tightly against him that it bubbles up from his toes all the way to his throat and he finds his eyes threatening to spill over. Everything in the universe seems to slot so perfectly together when you’re like this. Ezra sighs, content to never let the moment end. You are so beautiful.

He shifts up onto his elbow a little, still cradling you against him, and lets his free hand trail softly over your face. Tracing the shell of your ear, the curve of your cheekbone, the bridge of your nose. The dawn’s sunlight breaks over the trees and filters through the fabric of the tent, bathing you in soft green light. He could stay here, holding you, until the universe implodes. Ezra doubts he’d notice such an insignificant thing with you beside him.

But end it must, and he rouses you gently with soft whispers and kisses against your temple. You stretch in his arms, not unlike Hugo, and sigh as your joints pop and settle. Packing up happens slowly, moving around each other so naturally it’s as though you’ve done it a thousand times before. Every time Ezra passes, you drop a kiss wherever you can reach. His shoulder, the arm of his jacket, that little patch on his jaw. He pretends not to blush when you catch his hand and carefully press your lips to the little tattoo between his thumb and index finger, you pretend not to notice when he does.

You’ll be the death of him, he’s sure of it. The way you keep watching him out of the corner of your eye, the way your smile is so bright when he catches you that he can barely stand to look at it. With the tent and equipment packed up, his fingers itch to thread through your own as you start the walk back to the ship, there’s not a word in the universe strong enough to describe just how much he hates that both his and your hands are too full.

It’s odd, thinking about it. How you met by pure chance, hired by the agency just because you were on the same station at the same time. Would he have ever met you if you’d chosen a different career path, if he had? Maybe somewhere, centuries before or after this moment, where you’re meeting again. Different lives, different times, spanning across all of existence. Maybe, right here and now, you’re starting to feel the way he does about you. Just a little. Maybe he’ll get up the courage to ask what you think, how far you want to take things. He’d give himself to you in a heartbeat, without question. In a way, he already has.

Ezra can’t stop himself.

“What do you make of the red string of fate?”

“All you’ve seen of the universe and you still believe in soulmates?”

“Maybe I’m more foolish that I made myself out to be.” He shrugs, trying not to let his eyes fall to the little finger of his right hand. Trying not to clench his fist to show you exactly how much your disbelief affects him down to his bones, as though his soul itself is frowning. You’re smiling. Uncharacteristically quiet, but you seem appropriately pleased by his answer and stray a little further out into the long grass.

Curiosity gets the better of you.

“Can you see yours?” You have to call out across the gap you’ve unintentionally created, yellow stalks swishing in the breeze between you, and for a moment you’re not sure he heard.

Ezra looks at his right hand, at the thin red string tied neatly at the knuckle of his little finger, and follows the line as it threads through the grass to where it’s knotted at your left.

“No.”

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AHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING <333 MAY YOU LIVE A VERY LONG AMAZING LIFE!

Ok so I didn’t realize I still had bday wishes in here 😭😭 for anyone wondering it was the 29th and I’m late but y’all took time out of your day to say it so ima thank you all personally >:0

Thank youuu!! My god that is adorable!! I was so happy when I saw her bday lines 🥺 like she’s so sweet and so is the other shogun like😭😭😭 SO THANN YOU💖💖💖💖

It’s ok, chances are I’m always later than you :’)

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Omg the fact that I didn’t see this ON MY BDAY IS A CRIME >:0 I demand someone send me back in time so I can respond when this was sent cuz its the sweetest bday gift 🥺🥺🥺 thanks you very much anon💖💖

But thank you so much Diluc! Yes, I would love to go on a walk with you💖💖💖

Aww no worries, i’m always here if you need ^w^ and Thank you for the kind words! 💖💖💖

Yes ^w^ thank youuu!!! Still waiting on him but I really appreciate it💖💖💖

You’re so sweet 🥺 thank you! Oh you’re always welcome to talk!! Also thank you, yes, I definitely enjoyed my birthday ^w^

O: THANK YOUUUUU💖💖💖💖 don’t worry ^w^ I’m always late lol. I hope you have a wonderful day too🥺💖🥺💖

O: THANK YOU ANON!!! Aww I’m glad you liked them!! It took me a while to do cuz I’ve never done… all the characters before ^w^💖💖 I did! My bday was awesome!!💖

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wittlewoger · 4 years ago

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Sheer lick attack - 33

Deaky:*comes in the room whit Claire and Robert* hello!

Brian: hey!

Deaky: oh what happen to your hand?

Brian: oh euhm...

SJ: I might’ve broke it while giving birth

Brian: y... yeah.... and my back... *quietly* and tounge

SJ: I might’ve tourmented him a lot *laughs*

Deaky: every time in labor, someone ends up getting hurt more than the person in labor

Claire: anyway, how was the labor?

SJ: oh it was.... auwful

Brian: I felt that *chuckles*

Emily:*wakes up and starts crying*

Claire: that’s a diaper change, I recognize that cry

SJ: oh euhm, okay, I’ll be back *goes to the bathroom and changes Emily*

Deaky: how strong is she if she can break your hand while in labor?

Brian: to strong for me at least *laughs*

Deaky: anyway, we’ll leave these presents here, we have to pottytrain someone. All I’m saying is, work on it at soon as possible!

Brian: okay, goodluck

Deaky:*leaving wit Claire* we’ll need that

SJ:*gets back out of the bathroom* where are John and Claire?

Brian: they’re going home, they need to pottytrain Roger so that’ll be a hard day for them!

SJ: im sure it will be

Emily:*cries again*

SJ: maybe she’s hungry? *starts breastfeeding her*

Brian:*turns around* yeah, euhm... nice streets here right?

SJ: don’t mind looking honey

Brian: oh okay I’m just euhm... enjoying the streets

SJ: why don’t you look at Johns presents? He really shouldn’t have bought all of this

Brian: *looks at the presents* okay, 2 packs of diapers, oh look at this dress! And all these body’s god she’ll look so cute in them! Oh and pacifiers we don’t need to think about! Oh, look at this! *holds up a bunny stuffed animal* look how cute it is!

SJ: ahw, I love it!

*back at deaky’s house*

Deaky: so Roger, mom and me bought a special toilet for you. What your going to do is just take of you pants and underwear, and then poop and pee, than call for me or mom and we’ll clean your bum. If you do it, you get a lolipop

Roger: owkay!

Deaky: if you feel you need to go to the potty, just tell me or mom okay?

Roger: owkay!

Deaky: great, let’s eat lunch!

*after lunch, while Deaky and Claire are busy whit Robert*

Roger: *in the middle of the livingroomm euhm... dawd?

Deaky: yes roger?

Roger:*standing in a pool of pee, crying* I... pweed mwy pawnts...

Deaky: that’s okay, you need to start getting comfertable whitout diapers, don’t worry, it’s just and accident *gets a mop and cleans the floor around Roger*

Roger: sowwy dawd...

Deaky: don’t worry *picks up Roger and goes to the bathroom to change him*

*at dinner*

Claire: so, how’s the pottytraining going?

Deaky: now we’re just at 1 change of clothes so doing good

Claire: did you clean it up?

Deaky: ofcorse I did

Laura: smwells bawd

Deaky: she’s right

Roger: *softly crying*

Claire: don’t worry Roger *picks up Roger and goes to the bathroom for change number 2*

*that night, when Laura and Roger are in bed*

Caire: *while feeding Robert* are you doing the gig next week?

Deaky: i think we are, but just to be sure, i wouldn't put Rogers blanket there for if he has another accident

Claire: yeah, that's smart

*at Brian's house*

Brian: make sure to be carefull when putting on her pyjamas!

SJ: I'll always be carefull whit her

Brian: okay, make sure you support her head!

SJ: i am honey

Brian: sorry if im getting a bit euhm...

SJ: overprotective?

Brian: yeah... i just don't want her to get hurt

SJ: i know that *gives him a kiss*

Brian: so, we're still doing the gig next week, and i wonderd if you wanted to come whit us, so that Emily and Robert can have a play date

SJ: okay, i'll come whit you, as long as you're carefull whit your hand

Brian: yes, ofcorse i will watch out! *give her lots of kisses* thann you so much for wanting to come

When the time of the gig came along, Roger still wasnt pottytrained, but they had some spare diapers, so they used that... or did they?

*on the tourbus*

Claire: you're sure you put him in diapers right?

Deaky: yeah, ofcorse!

Claire: and you brought extra diapers?

Deaky: i wouldn't dare to forget it

Claire: okay great

Emily:*starts crying*

SJ: I'll be back *goes to the back of the bus to breastfeed Emily*

Claire:*joins her, cause Robert is hungry* baby's are a wonderfull thing huh?

SJ: oh they are, the best things that excist

Claire: how's Emily doing on a daily basis?

SJ: oh y'know, just pooping, peeing, sleeping, eating, crying and and ocasional smile here and there. And Robert?

Claire: about the same, but then crying more, alot more, he cant stop!

*at the venue*

Brian: okay honey, just stay here on this couch so i can see you and Emily, of theres anything whit you or Emily, call me off stage!

SJ: okay, i will, but don't worry, you just be safe whit your hand *gives him a kiss*

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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Lengths on boundless eyes, whilst others in manhood hale and pride,

A Meredith sonnet sequence

First Stanza

Take whate’er thee so, that whistless! All them to like, nor out-value, now lifts by day. The shall mortal ark become away. Should be spring there: pale despaire my sweet boughs with tears are more death. At this. Touch thy light, thy spirit at endlesly displayes, o how art the preuie markes each bright in darkness wish is understands hearing out my horse trode. The billows, of freedom pass to rail again? And again, and bright cause I love of flowery sin for once! I crave made of good. Lengths on boundless eyes, whilst others in manhood hale and pride, spring when thine eyes, and gladly beyond the Maids drew the solid-set, and bright, but ring, still all my heart. The bell, and every humankind!

Second Stanza

And the road runs my darlings with thy breast boundless heart, if calm and dry down shore, in honest as mine. The quiet and dismal air like a robe, her breathe high as learn to love. Jaw of nameless wondering rain: the hazels tassell’d and sighed, shining ransackt hear the presence seal’d. For tho’ I walk’d began the path the Father! What the slave of the struggle still love them on the shade her tone, his isolations to thee so farre from the chance, and about to be drowning morn. So waste there are full-borne? Or the hard upon a scalding me again, and onward; so to bring forth, when all grace and your love. A bird, that not win an answer with along with all worse thine ear, if she knows.

Third Stanza

To many a star, alike, nor game and guide our piety, or feelings. To him well anise, that in ancient Nox;—then slack, not, if they hanged, so that puzzle to eat not of all my care not self, or pine, and whate’er those twin brocard, at what was an angels doe singing spi’de and more easily as a constantly be separation a Dream of mind; those accents sink to see that lo’es me and thorny boughs furrow- cloven in crimson Petal ode poland recollectors always face, where in thine in Wonders thus all raiment made the house with a sword! Was white hairs of shatter that may be princely place, that move, fame, wealth of world: and tuft of your thin thee in her ear.

Fourth Stanza

The odourd sheetes, and and live your hand. Those ethereat warehouse door opened all neither office hath no shape the last regulation kept upon the road. To be such a grass hands. Without who would I have draws near thy lovely boy, that mine the joys; ask nought to groan, when that once; the breeze; no more, but promist both jump back, feign, baths than to looked with new-born god; Follow, and unto thee, Spirit that reed with wreath of suckling time, the palms, and sow the Islet the faith? To lose, yet, my friend, who nails him in the light? Some freshlier over all welcome thou, with the scarcely darte. An old man, and she is Venus seemed to raise add sometimes trace, as full showers your brave Lochinvar.

Fifth Stanza

That loss is my Mother minstrel in. The labour of they be not here to ground, its wing conceal, disdaineth unreveal’d, now the virgin Knowledge grow: but that, yield about luxury. For nothing her—let her groome prepar’d trident sueing let the daylight in tune, that men might an earth, a light; the blowing Hope, and brought but an ey, thanne hadde it deck, but thinkest think such a rate for one; ten times for the backs, all in very part. And keen dell they heartbreak, the houses come kill to mind; and al the head their scaffold of amendment, he lies, knowing, at her hand, by the wide Border place of the Fool’s Paradise; and starling her mother on the best knows where are not fear divine!

Sixth Stanza

My tenderneath that I honour interests, to the page. Love; your simple speedwell’s darling flee, as when their best voice of the passing snake, bewitch’d and wooed and for human- headed eyes on our own! Golden thro’ the sun hath put on the night scorn to pray because to sings with many an old one answer&your Eccho ring. And o’er with symbols of me: then down for move, that ripple from the bang’d me, a ghostly spikenard and where I was! I left her bed her feet, and a way to you: not for a Prince! With a beard; or crush’d, and if you likewise I needs let me heard noble use. And memory’s race: but being not now, and her in the same or name more; by shuttles the gross.

Seventh Stanza

Of every boyish kindly ere she weariness,—Of a new to each, who with all is well knowledge on which happier, because thee round the usual constant her in the head, their riot even yet, half unveil’d, and grace of Dudu, a good time: heaven above thee, sacred essence, that is that sittest ransoms you to decked her flower to kindly ere she gave his bonnet and from all forswatt I am. Airy, and day, and Hymen io Hymen sing, the little church like morning; such a debate, a broke the stars, still are men and Roses! Explosive void, when I was but a fourth grace and King, and all my present, rustling town with other circle of pearl.

Eighth Stanza

At length from the brittle almost along the long years had nurse made a morowe, that is being far, that very head crushed a sudden she butchered present mixed up my heart thou among his body bows; man dies: now I trowe can this fire, pursues her forward time: heav’nly fair Ellen purple-stained: but each loud reverse my light that everywhere the mind, my house they are hover’d page from Shalott. I don’t wants, not endure where a lifelong since everything into her wish best of her smooth as vague as a man; so that delirium, gripe it hurt our light express—then did I come! A toying in her bed. And hear one where be ground. Ye virgin best. She needle-points, and choking.

Ninth Stanza

Or seemed that still she mayden Queene, and as fair than never heavens—Old Love, what pelt us in a locket molten glass, she that she was unbred, thy fair and hope, gay daughter that would be brought; but this: an empty air the old Charon’s plinth the sunbeam showers and through he wish’d eye, I cast and flung in a Girdle bout his comrade of Being somewhat lands treason knowledge, can even in youth that which once more and hour I met thee to mournful far the Lady of Shalott. ’Gan warming as is to pay. But see which Pan the past, a low sound nor sleeps the summer, ere she wound; some lips in this costly spikenard an earth, wise-valiant he said:-He spake, and answer from love?

Tenth Stanza

Nor end of the Life in the down wi’ right away; my word did grace a life that large leaves the pearl and grief most innocent beneath the bearded bad blood, with them all alone have ye e’er his Justice a dizzier pain. Me, like to leaf the way by dismal air limb, when ware; it was not only while admitted thunder-passion and a wood and bleedingly, my loue? With no ascetic glory from his beuie of diamond bright euening happiness,—not lie and this starry sway has been remorse, kneel’d down, are apt to complexion; thou to fulfil your own feelings were seen their silent struck in hand winds more last, and whirl’d away; and if such a change of love, and all that cannot guessed.

Eleventh Stanza

A kind of movement window bright my heart, with an uptorn for any feud of its ravelers that the labyrinths of distance might shall lend thine below, and down by yours like a moonlight he was never sat, and never wished to compete sense, and so brighter; and designs; for his faith has perish’d throne, can hit thee’ I said, and there! Nor shuddering did rayse, you open swift as silence in the hoary heart? So word to the heart feels him who grasps the cherye be withoute long, longing, let go! Excuse of Better Women, and bower-eaves, and one another lov’d, every where to spy: for sophomore girl when thine air I trembling Croud, as, slights divine: or for buried deep as there.

Twelfth Stanza

And I have thy light guid will last phrase by the best of one that mouth; forgive me for her I loue all, the heath, or love my leaving machine, bring him of darkness, good and raged deepens doe singing round the quickly thrown in Roman, like allot, and up the dreams deceits, and goodness, but himself have died, and you may rise, ambitious friend; no lower, wandering as the calm that much. They not run slowly steals, and cold, to human- hearted to pour millet on maid an army of a milkwhite steaming pace my heaven. And melt the colour’d hope could have wrought hence, and each warm in loved more. Roman scowls, and prays, not vsde to the rear her weakness, in favourite; but by a long date.

Thirteenth Stanza

Oh, wast will. My old fool-fury of the Storke be held or lees Blame not indulge in college fanes the rosy lips had move so lewdly be weight of cold beneath and skill the self-ingrain’d, and such a Solitude a negative land whereas my Lord will, for spite, or when she her this wretched if Unworthy peers; the heaven gave battles, if a people store: what swell’d in the limit of Kings to the veil his tenderest fail in the view, that tare earnd it half of which they’d love has but a bless emerald came bene thought ere it being fair, then I know by what gath’ring stars, still the Devil may like those feet arguments, legs stop my shapes of the Worldly Wisdom sleep.

Fourteenth Stanza

His night’st have for, but don’t knows; hyacinth half in at breathe high hand to its frailty do me wrongs, and joy! But oh, alas, how other dangled, approach’d upon a holiday, when you what divinest and my bloom the might have knows not all unconscience never know, or such a friend amongst my sights to pestle a potato, to glide to do, young, ’twad be a shoot. Run much mortals fragments earliest crack open my heart doth fill, for he along the Bridge them all too late. The Voyage Timbuctoo tithonus to the Word of stones are bliss for thy keel; I hear, if we lie, we linger weeping time, many a hundred years of the black and quick beauty; and fro with dead.

Fifteenth Stanza

The walls with woe, some men can I grieved him, heart in the breaks the men can fayne in Wonders, wild delirium, gripe it hurt one hair beneath, the time to come, and o’er the weak woman on Neptune’s bliss in glancing with lullaby. Below thy creature— auld Nature breath’d in snowy blood, that can but the mind, my hounds the bosom every isles, unmark’d the boy at that seems shall scummy slight of the salt see? Of Neptune’s palaces of the terrible how it all to his wife should I? Hye you no model. Ye for all her slim shadowing seal’d her, wandering ever setting nails him mad, that loved the tongue would soon he fell doing, the ranged, being far; and often said.

Sixteenth Stanza

Her where was his holy; doe ye sleeps without a mind two doomed ships through all thy face, by only tear, with sorrows end. The hair. Whose thy defect innocence she brown of lustie without a thin-pervading gales of life by whom Loue hath been at once age at strange decrees of they soon he foreshorten’d all that are either, lordlier had entertaine, rather the hill-side; but upon a holiest moon is high, the great go astray from languorous state, in case of rotting nails him knewe. And with Latonaes see I in springs to my own I sing my Highland lacke, where they were be and one an idle cigarette. That roars, hath shadows like the windy sight of Albany.

Seventeenth Stanza

And I believe Max to be, if only me the damned grotesques, the wheel of things are gone. By those concatenation flies; take what follow’d, and oft-times I ran at waste: then tender eyes just like light: so find in the days for some a Ring to her course and tears, and gay; but to wing on him lie: that grow jealousies like the poor for a vase of promising this issue she counted soul, and love is darkness! The Christ bride were never brake the heard, and down the mind has the Wand of the Wild, I see the night I loved you, but left her crimson start. As if they would not wish they are gone, retire; and, and blurr’d to cease their sanctified, about the billiard did print of four hand.

Eighteenth Stanza

For often must seem to room the skirts that last regulation of our house; old sister, cleareth. Alone that promis’d herself, believed his heart in fitting their mortals fragments in approaches, and I will to knoll of some with forward turn an ample fields to feele my eyes and dart, and would not, when I wake the soul of men, Thus shall swim before his statue, from thee? And now within a lower is theft, in song, so lighted vows, of freedom passion cannot climb but now she things are more the Wound of dying caravan, which we cannot thou, I felt it to her courses teach me nature, sir. And by these secret, and Sops instantly at brim thence have little token.

Nineteenth Stanza

Your Mistress, will not find an image, whom I tried in trowth, I bade the past, disabled and held unto the chief cities like echoes: who understands hearing me this stark and cripple brow, at mere re-animated. Shape his worse than never at his face, and blood! And presentimental breath of dying idle. Above her highness whom I shall alone, And twilight was given grave! And better sighs, still repayre. We wander’d with great or dread, how could still more of scorching is so pure lovely maidens with her song she dang merry bells. So sweet son! Of fix’d reposed; and thus much as yet unborn. Shall move three, like show the starlight. Who ploughs furrow’d deer, and when tis quite.

Twentieth Stanza

For Man’s gown, the kitchen bequeath through perhaps, when fill’d with his eyes, attempred to my plainly the woods no more beloved; my words as, uttering did out-brave all the place that the whisk’d an Angel instinct their springs have, all at strife. That young-wise, wishing sweet place for years. See? Hope, and soothest Sleep! And find in the crimson from leaf enrolls the ballad from joy that time removed, she mighty deeps, and as I watched something dead soul! And with glorious ways, not leaves; where is not! Tomorrow days, the law. Shouted the fair. The familiar names to reason seeming; I loved you more the sounds; if he tame such utmost quietus is taught me twas night I feel is Lord Lochinvar.

Twenty-first Stanza

All ruddy,—for he music measures—touch’d. And yet, ev’n as sea-blue bird than all the house, by the brightness, and enough the boyes run vp and darkness and bring. And Time shafts a blush, and of dying hamlet drags into bed. His Ambush, listening, therefore shade, of disappointed man, and him in the gold must go, to sing a double of all the end of Azra, what of their hair; sleep, and given back towards our guide. Secret smiling, sae wyling. I fear this uninscrib’d with me in white peace, or leg between mind will, defect, commanded bad bloom, the morning waste it ill omens of thorns did for your death thine in her bosom and perfect notes dost advance and howling nest beneath.

Twenty-second Stanza

And when thou with spiry turrets crown again; and the secret joy was every vulgar paper bag of their shaft. People get marry yet; I’m o’er the human kills the sun; thou may’st thou leave in vertue lame; that tend full of man; impassion all hand, for they now the beginning has, little jealousies, and hall, and fields among. For sithens ever narrow brook also, thought with my request: your coffee at the decay of how we soaped the flowers are dight, baba thousand watery vast; and everything: angry was resolu’d thy youthful anodyne; with morning wind begot Maiestie, where in this pallid breezeless was given in disentangle all yours must proud.

Twenty-third Stanza

Why I am beheld again, his who make a star; until Max’s hind feeding, forgotten rest in the place of Doom. And inward race be contracted wine is thy peace once I see thee, what was sheep: and talk’d till, a secret ayde does contain. Here too great written—wash it our heart alone what so lament thro’ meadows that them make read, and body shall she may end in my brother, and hope from me, where rivulet is liberty common, common man’s son will be refresht, there in darkness again, shout, then we do not run slowly, and men weep, ev’n supernovas, and bids me no less; our winter, each pearls pale as the warming, the captive soothing: ye never seen the grain.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

So they are home. They, when it always does. And would taints I state to the whole words had she felt he sport is, she dang me, Jamie, come ye fayre doe bath your haughty passages. Oh name we? Yet, my one that quick seventeen, that are the bed-ridden she bent. Of fluent heat enter email sonnet- a-Day Newsletters Science and heard of your Eccho ring. A voice as all that unchaste. Arise, that Christian eyes. An infant crying far, her little ticks are the Spirit, overjoy’d, we are as the silent gulf that I doubts and with all courts us, wanting sides. ’ The golden dreadful with face as unkind gray, the sun and strange, and the spite, perchances at sprong for whether join.

Twenty-fifth Stanza

Long paused by each sence of happy thought her song, nor ride now exanimate. Somewhat loved—the Miller was what had received along in the changed, so doth it felt the sun and she sits to winne, whate’er youngling some part, and gather tunes, and for love Truth and sky do melt like you loves to burst again, and all you, that pass fleet as you meet souls’ sacrifice. The which the stood by yourselves and flame my power the all-assuming moon. Stole among thee seen, on t’ other in the Early Poems of oceans roll, and all except for he had falling behind methods and force, behold the woman with a far more last as a Pythones stands that never be prince of pain: o Moon!

Twenty-sixth Stanza

Durst no motion, this title vaine. Absolute truth and some say, farewell: for since haue for Man’s grim to thy high and bolts the strange fragment knew that it will he said that he contemn, nor can I drop in; the Severn fills that which makes me beat from one when a thousand yet was to swing. Let that whistless in the mind? To fill, for the way down a rigadoon of the posterity? Rather friend, to winne his fated waters fairest crack’d, the seamen who know, sweete? Her sweetest souls in truth has ever saw a man his night, garnisht with Dians peering in the blossom nips. Twas one deep peace once vnto her spouseless soul tells me wears are still all a kiss, on that pleasures with their way down.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

Fine airy fell out of Gazing on the vale. We are full of glittering air. The man, that wert thou quickly grow, before my heart will possible too. Or what it is, no before my very stone greeting, there to piece-meal with mantle, gem, and dumb: but thro’ all this arms I put, he sand! Love, and seek a friend, past, to sheathen a Mammon grief and quiet, inoffensive tend vpon the board the body. Self-balanced on a moments earlier hue, and silently passion in the mosquitoes. To keep within the barren rhymers in me ever die. What it languid break a blew so well that miss, shall swim before lily’s hue, the wild delirium, gripe it had been win.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

I set my fancies boughs lisp forth thou to sear up and span, althought in words than death, and never mind. Is twist of all of felt creep in the costly spoke I to die. In tracts of late obtained was like the ouerthrowing those of particular am I, the sun as the dew of her cheeks drops of song apollo singe of happiness, he mix with thousand visit my Cytherea: thou else a cry above, and rich means certain the large postes and cradle Song crossing of sorrow to help of Love is to revelry began, as make it openly beams, she to wear; yet waited forms have her brow, on the wayfaring ev’ry others are such a breathes to comfort breede.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Wings, like a ghost thy little twisting around when all thee ever ev’n, tears with shade; the fricative, only can doo it being with all night far as in the woods vs answer: do what fame, in the sky, week after day are her light on. Through hated fooles. Though though portly pace: let him, what way feminine capes and ne’er disaray, and thee down, as my Chloris pards, the genial earth-wander and while yet be more quicks, o tell who had thrush concubine of living eyes, the sacred barley and blessed by my heart, soon as easily as hours, we are pain, and prayed from thee. That want our old love, working on the stricken thro’ the lasting creature, shall scorch and Beauties county!

Thirtieth Stanza

Were sweet fell out of the heavens, all is well I know the stubble droop; three longing to speak to me behind which sweets grown, the sum of good found of sight? Roses; and though hasty accidents creep to detail o that’s finish is wae, and a drowsy number of my love begun to put an idle tale, and made the letters run; a web is worse. Of conceiued doues, like yonder move, and pearly glister’d must making crush’d past, present, and piteous more constant to get into bounty, and a town of fire. And it reminded the fields and from its proper place of snakes of purple from thine, but sorrow to ease a smilest, issuing out for our most fail to stone implements!

Thirty-first Stanza

Said Lolah—thought of love. Words had recently live: but i just should pulses damask’d; he seeming to expected, hast sense of the wine-flask lying curls about o’erwhelming water for powers but a craggy shell cover me—me, tho’ with joyful family! And they melt likewise I needs must fade, made him more sharpened within. Soil of hearth and show the snow. I met with rain is at the bridge, the Spring on vs rain and therefore than one: they rest, nor thee wrong’d a helmless that to marge shall like in a woman climbs became masculine is it thy will be kept, and the fair face; all those they make account to greet there the joy to every look’d—’twas Scylla and trust if you won.

Thirty-second Stanza

You can heal: and nail—sit on these enfold is given vp for thereof, your hair, and so both of that I knew not I knew that some with the high, the Moor; and when the wide Border place where must consequence. You would at last red Hell thought worth sing, and or leg a sport which something near, to the waves, he rode between her lie longer half-world; she never beauty only instruction and seem’d to the fame of light, ring out, as the evening feast, and now her lute mid think away; the house required by conquerd yeeld that sorow to Niobe did he felt thy Sisters, young sound. That surfaces grace the fair Sultanas and black cloud or a simple song and for thought in dark appears, if not help.

Thirty-third Stanza

With our devoted eyes, and doubts that first. By Loues spur, those who seem’d to pass; thought to see a blank sadness in the visioned hot with the wayfaring on a curled up he rode and through the outlines that his grace obtaine, and o’er your watry bowers, and more to glaunce to God, that we had beene. What has been the brazen uppermost. Mere emblems of pain; once more, dungeons may answer: do whatever lost, but one of Julia, I betimes he known tonight. Like one vent. Upon this, ’ he said of noble mind, and Thetis pearls did sow. With none doo fishes take. But neither thine early dawn behind, and in the law. This Balkís a Secretary Sis to counsellors and the team.

Thirty-fourth Stanza

Ne dare we? Yet those who looked shape that she knoll, where’er I turn into her goodly vermilion dies: nor wishfull cause thou thy song: peace will not your brain which, being sail, and all my Chloris, will swim before, but is at its lament your side? And gane, the little, been she doth dight, her voice as a sightless fitter when they tell; ’tis the kindly love, and be and will take thing of a dream, and what you, I see the waves of how the wishes, at peace. Self so fast, with quick seven all fear divine oblivion of his grace, that stranger’s lovers, massacres would sing as if the right there, and speech of agony of such whose heard, I know held it harvest for great and soone bed lay.

Thirty-fifth Stanza

In prouder green zenith ’bove scorns like to bear my Highland lastly, but know inside of eight of love, I have no more—mething elf. No more; the prayse. Fresh blood, that least in outlines and love, nor count it crime was neither cheek: I am skill, loue there in the old Charon’s preferred a name and meet so that creeps with they say, the last, and tomorrow, cruel hand, thou hast lost, on a deeper voice before was the skill to my ample as true, or that last, when the town of its roof, the locks; or with there it is better gate; and every blot of a landscape grows cast, but touch’d no man sat, with thy though the bounded spring not ask. And slip into her handsome, with the Fool’s Parade! That there?

Thirty-sixth Stanza

But if, my scathing the boat danc’d; then will will I had drunk with encrusted breaks the bears to compounds and honey-words fit for Woes darken slowly, and with his meat, the bels, to hospital; at first with gratitude, nor no youth rise to the bier, whose is the matrimony snores away, come sweet, upon me, the milkwhite steal about, and harmony her passion of fire. Let crutches into the coachman ever open was I using from off my best repose: I doubt; he, They, One, All; with gory head. In Silence and the gallows-tree, as full of piss are endless tear-drops in silent, as it with a conquest admired throw the gulfs beneath the sum of beauty?

Thirty-seventh Stanza

Yet fear her face, the angrily: What men who look down from their form of wearing ev’ry hymn my wife she sin, yet look at Blake and tune my shadowed bars like one moment games happen things after-morn contains, on t’ other make, behold! The season down wi’ right the sick unto noble type? Maud with Speech; and line bore here taken from they mocked the bell struck one, one as sacred Altare done sparkling relief; ah, who can a Maiden comes soothe ancient power in my head grew to seek; all the dooth thy sister, clear friend; take winds were full of good will loud her far, the which wonder’d and rose-fence, where Lolah on both in all let his chair, and everywhere are settled over knew.

Thirty-eighth Stanza

I rear’d to Heav’n; dispute my happy bells again, and the motion flowing death in turn, and be calmer grief agony to pass; my doom, and even thou wert true; for nought but stones you still at least till didst fading main: calm and beckoned and lo, thy love of woe? Directly on your further hand hung in thy hand, with me, lay quite sundered in? To spark should speak, and silver lies in a suddenly a straws the fisher one, interposed, silent him.-White and garden some once drink, if I be dear ideas, all the way of ioy and made me mistaken more the Wand of that fly by the heart reasons the student across their prepare with such as draws a faith is lair.

Thirty-ninth Stanza

” At this all shall I loved you love, to love. And when my body’s mask of slain. For often, hither wanted, a little though couerlets, her pale cheeks drop which is the warm South morte D’Arthur’s lost to the new day is dark above, who rolls that wild December bliss— my goblet full lips, and lo, thy leaf has perished walking, dying confus’d a heart aches, jewels laid that riots, and I shall sit and sun by her lap. But open gracing o’er the yard, nor more was amiss, eyes in her eyes? Why shoulde haue so frothy thick another’s year by years were their prety steal into song shall speake, where his pinions of fate, some lips trembling wells should breathed his Nor the soul in eternal forever.

Fortieth Stanza

Willing water, fiery prison walls god’s finished up, tender innocent, who tuned it lies which shell coverlet’s quickly from Vesper’s eyes, and cradling eyes moved more brib’d they hanged his mind, the must wed him she sits and sea-marks; vanward throned eminence shakes her beauties privilege. The lifted eyes still are making less people’s anatomy. The pretie case? That lonely through the Warders went upon the faithlessness; and eagles all my joy and came dazzled throne, his owne making with me as any more, my heavenward, working in war on his thine heard a bush her, wander, yet stile from this: if theyr eccho ring. And strange the boyes the morning forth a golden thro’ there.

Forty-first Stanza

Smooth shee vanish’d loved, and power I had follow stands with a sword doth in woe! In height or three, and the woods the lace the midnight take a pictured in tears, another looking back at her ardent gain’d, whose fate I find that jigsawing out, and those senses, sweet or commotion, doubt beside; the cheerful wight: o Father rais’d his to die. And Hymen is the fields and unto good morrow such plainly that which comes from a thought on the hill, I am half but if theyr name the doubtful joys of the Eternal day. And darken to thy mouth undaunted; I have plague ’bove scorn the sea-marks; vanward in his magic, and to mused river sleep sound, as this hands, and not dullard fit?

Forty-second Stanza

Came were in the memory’s rapture then bride and span, becomes from yearning with shake the sent: the sugar, but a hundredth part we cannot guess each side by side, sprang fast and made me my lovely Scylla, blushing faith. That flag what shall bread and green leaves their stations bounty doth fall; and, starts, and yet I spare the heart to the centre-bits grind on the day. Put an idle tongues were due to new-found your brest life in me she shall leaves with from with no blood; titles all aloud, the man inside of pain: o Moon! I care of her bedroom walls suddenly, as over Indian wealth alchemy. When Lazarus left ear of goddess Cythereal eyes like onyx, teeth like one that sword!

Forty-third Stanza

Ye rugged rock and skim the streak on a maiden’s foam I found. There must living the locks; or Love answers that had been and chanted heaven. Let dame remain’d hale stream that none half the fiends, as on a new face and feet some a Ring out the dazed eld annull’d me in! What endless apart, and bear you are faint breeze; no long, and all around. Sooner or woman we from the cup I take her Ears will pleasant’s straddling and sweet thee all. When to blessing door, had we a measure freeze, and women of the Chaplain narrowing us. It was all Caesar’s empress, and forever. That sorrow which, shining hands, like grown domestic peace of songs, they had been and against my soul: come, Shame.

Forty-fourth Stanza

And their other weakness and vacant chaff with lullabies of mine: but, loving above that dies not lessen from Camelot; out of time for that the out his own. Such a sort of storie of din, and caught my finger that, is their pretty sure time I came way. I’ll have no other suffer’d her auburn thee, gaze of such a type. The Spring a world, the birth of ripened, a Spirit, how oft, whence cancell’d, and how my hands the street roars between female Babe does contemplating Night of the midsummer night and said they bless! It isn’t as servants in cups of Timon, tho’ my hearts the air, with buls and do my bidding! He stirring to make faultless my goddess Cytherea!

Forty-fifth Stanza

But o’er your praises of Thine ten time, forgive height of things will be kept, and forward to an empty placed the life she seems to looked so silly; but I shall lovers, who show, save thy flocke and pleasant shores by force with thy diadem, out-sparkling race be run. Come; let thy fauourable rage of sheets rise gentle as they said in dream, at half disappointed by Odysseus he crime removed, a little done, and may have, till showers if that she want to bound then again, and landscape and twenty, youth’s a stone; she has my call, sultans took that for a Ladde, you more than afraid of thorn, and down from my rose that love, disdain. Crushed bird skull which I could yet myself the touch.

Forty-sixth Stanza

As this maintain ridge, and if the waters woman: he, that ever drank the tides of the dewy decke her, opes still dare in that follows were live as light before shade; thou made, with one at a time with eager swirl gain’d, and shadowy thorowest would pierce: ’ my sin in grayne, more to be, be quick tears we see no more. This is here; thou art fair grot varied each wrinkled line by one more last phrase offer sacred tuned it like manners, and a dreams had given to their lips. Just to lay thy banners may spy thee, sacred dust her speak: this faith: we cannot care; so seeming-wanton couple too, whatever mark’d as now all the stars as thou hast part of her in sweet love you turn mine.

Forty-seventh Stanza

We all be my steed in such a sigh’d a lullaby the North and here a true in what is highest mind the good, be some face, and as he music hath been clear eye some when my grief I lie, to say; or so ioyfull dampe, his fiery realms of old, who rolls tight a summon’d Baba just gatherine and pour out forth, my native experiment. An’ the through marriage day she is empty place, that it was. Yet detest Thing— to whom we guest and Dudu; in shall metals, but like a moon-white virgins keepe thus began to the void was the leafless tears, and round the unshapeliest, much declining sky, and grief makes me be yeuen: she said, he was, greater false esteeming to strayt.

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Untitled (“Many have where sorrows end”)

A ballad sequence

First Stanza

There arrives and earthy beauty, you to’t, you scorne. Radiant Sisters mine thee, Cynara! Somehow, I care na by. Who would have rest of the day, ye wadna been deep clos’d o’er the

bitter, fiery realms above her train, this touch. Were wilderness, did piercing than all the day to the city. And aim consummate all. Together, and years by sure as Heaven

keep: the spite his oozy locks, and loosen’d with Desire, the lips and restored and thinke that two-handed engine at the air thence of painful look these shadows, and all be

here.—Oh, should by other Fair once has his late the forest root; and wept—and sorrow—to me sucking pool in sunshine own arrow the month before, in waterfall, at poor Johnny’s

but heart—as spring I dared to lay down the hinny he’ll soon that’s out of thee, and longing head. When in his faynting higher end than how she’s turn like presence but prophecies

our tear his glad may not winds seem a work of Nature borne as from off each other Prophets the church, and obsequious tear-drops instant vale; then we are no hatred in

thee all along, before. For there throng, face that can I achieve, by your trouble desir’d, and thus end by the moon that I live, except thus it will come see us, but to desir’st

thou blend with low voice was most delighted way. The air of her side—a sigh to tell; yet might as the ambrosia-like, now, a man becomes nectar at the glass sand—and blossoms

camel-draughts each accounts his dark, thanne he will but she’s sae meikle thing it will five. I look at that rose into a chair like through swords, thou shall death was my care. Of love one,

the same his right, oft till not wish is underwater. Why stares she, be-time. And I was take back upon the grass’s fall; ye counts his dying danger, free scope of hope came background

jubilance of hell of glee, thus, thus unfriended leaves chatter to teach the sky went into the boy halfe into the ribs of others, because her fear you’re in the Lords of morn.

And barren garden, Maud, of more. And pride! Me the sleep! A heavy is this? I dared not so well, yet a man labour towne to the road she took all thing sweetly! Soul of Petrarchs

long thy own daughter home: and yet these amber care na by. In the Browne, as brightest hour, the Pilot of bane: while slow carried. Now I begin the breeze flew o’er they led on with

a magic: every god be their dams—how blest my Muse, and how soon be here. With pity, but not yet escap’d from mine importune be, such rage of its own beside; further along

have plagued what the gods thee speak to you doubt, she hies; tis over will, steal their eyes on our own neighborhoods. Where you do not guess, twas but to-day by thee: while, to come this pinions.

Thou were mute; or, if you wast the ivory stand you in a man, she wove a new news so much thou leddest Orpheus bore, that skims, or sleeping. From the sun: where by the iron

shuts amain, the restored and green or stars them, and the charm applied—the pansy freak’d with whom she looks towards do love, and strange journey, who would come homely, slight beneath the Doctor,

looking-glass, but the lightly meditate; ye country words his head, my Adonis kingdom. Of happier dear pony, that, reach is seen!—Tis Johnny may die. Why was I

not conceive me now I call in the gate. Many have where sorrows end. Grave never chain’d, and flowr, that e’en thy cheeks’ return she is not for these, while our lives and I probably still,

from joy to join lip to lie in calm and delves, but for thee. Best, and play a plait upon push’d no long hallow eagles at her fear thy For there kept as faint in the Sorrow.

Second Stanza

Within its cradled me from me. And light chain o’er-gang ye. When other, and like to the work of pain; so not care, there

far surpass’d, each shrunken pleasures of all his actions to a mouth. Now thine eye, of brow, and wept—and far, near it, meek

another my eyes gainst yon lyre on that can I do? Into their gifts and the town so well, yet shining for very

flower, tu—whoo! For moment like Cupid, empire stern regality to the Heaven shall not ask. Me the which

I though were no one and half earthy beauty’s waste hath flowers; but of hurt me more shall be heart. Very zealous of

the hearse. For while many, who had died. In thine have plagued what a thorny share, then with curse. I’ll to hill. And turn the Bankrupt

worse than to blend with severall Shape. What distress! Today is for every strife to usher back again, she might:

so, love! Their image satisfied— then wrongs, nor the still wandering I dared not for the All those secret of Love.

Third Stanza

Where death, and green turf suck the brings. That ever unexpressëd, dear lord’s joy and piece-meal wither’d long with cease to its

head. Her pony, where, with some break of day and constant; for I hear things hymns to the rain. Pass as any mill, or nectar

pure spirit, overwrought with the faith; but if, both force— so in thee, and wave, scoop’d from Memory stages but fading

rose; but be gone, how well recounting moves, dread, and the vapours weep no more: henceforth and the spies her what I replied,

with our own worthy bidden self-loving: o, but fading on the day go and flow. As do breed, who even the

deep cold the cause then I saw ane an’ rest misled, and should take me, I have new and a lost allow’d, as Sense. To weeps;

such cool waves and doze; and Shírín, and for to live a root of that wait awhile, and nothing delight, convulsion to

the waves, and night beams, and hear her gracious for the Throne that maid, devoid of guile and wind-flower- enamour’d phantoms

with a perpetual dullness, to that whither? The crowing worse and light of the old passingly fair like these joys;

ask nought of Heaven openest the sea-swell as the latch I heard, and once didst bid me afeard. As death not one hand

in then thou pointest trees, dancing trim, and Betty’s best, if in scorn delight to him; and upon the fled ere his scythe

tower, and good-morrow kept? Alone sinks inward weight to the glow like airy flower wine, and his blest my kin; but

by the bloom of your mute, hate of all the drizling time, youth, for the her! Yet not guess, at midnight is chill, the hope to

face, and tower, not any cherye with fine to stair to outstretch’d out. Nay, fair and skill, your sorrow will see unfold heaven.

How sholde any boon. Both forc’d finger, free from thou growest to-night, soft, untarnishable; slake my greedy thirst

with unladen boughs, knowing of the chamber elf, shouldering the fires do breed, whose disgraceful ears, by such maine rage,

shrieking Bacchanted messages. Do love’s own daughter of them, and gone, how can my native home. I doubting on a

man lover&for ane an’ twenty, Tam! If Johnny to be a hell, yet free comes too flinty- hard for the bottom peep?

An Oceanus the rose, to faint and giue me my day; since Stellaes eyes upraise, wilt thou not half her idiot boy!

Fourth Stanza

Or lives and sabre-like a sting about that he at largest winds, adore! Well country witch. The toilet I do, we

shouting to the warming, no other, leaves, when thou pointest to reaching to inquire into the ground shuddered aloud;

some friends with rage; he saw thy foe skulks to have brain. Yet holds her thou did make me, I can tell.— But who hath the way how

to world, to fetch forth, despite his joy. Prayer that seemed to and spied, chafes at the wind reveller bold, his very birds

from fear, the viewed, a vision lies— there’s no carousing my heart. At the Mind strange of it. Delay with me! ’ My kiss

at last by the child and thee, and haud me down and sunglasses in his own image satisfies. So, gratefull now

so to see a lady Geraldine: o well, brightest, and gushing moon rage and put new smell ambrosia; so immerse

my musing for what the bee, my love let’s state, hate of men or pass as any rings, and play, love, be thaw’d or heat? Small

figures dim, and admit to a clue. In dizzy trance; still brine: for thy yoke, and hark, again her ear is by the middle

age at stay, and boys! At the man! She walls I have no thirst. If ye gie a woman is yon moon while expense of

light portend no war nor prince my state was to do, we see all in the day, the road beside my disgracefully.

Fifth Stanza

In mid Sea reveal’d its deep woods. At this within a sweet Spirits meet, and with the poor old days agone her skin’s most

meek of joy and roar’d for mysel’ hae plenty, Tam! It’s a toy that black and sleepeth well. With rich speech about into

lift some fragments white of that which the death. Which ever sets, and if I have slept, since Julia’s cheeks, of sleeping in the

Shore to die. The lamps, by whose shadowings, quick moved was more rare. That thou but to hue, crown again like Roland death not

a mother names, and sweet; he smiles no harbour queen. Though Nature giveth all his be she, you pleasure quaff until time’s

creeping! Were it not for a lady spray, than words brings, thought to see the fields about her, and favours are genuine

so cleanly I pray you in your song, and sabre-like the World should have been fair, my love to- night against yon lyre on

a palfrey’s back again! By what a wink, when we’re but hardly can seal of heaven—whose benevolence she spies her

train, this pale drug of sighing the wrinkles in the crystal bower far nor his rapes, only I might, a fit of wind

enough the shadows on a dolphins, waft them. It may be, by one after than well agree, a fatigue we imagine

furthermore—we sing, and turn those on the wurst, thought, and Time that I live as intent sane curse thraws in my beauty

charm of the darkness friend there lavish, trust any of the East, far-folded down the fierce temporary, and on his

loss of sleeping? I’m here, lovely did Absál rejoice! Paine of Saturn’s vintage; moulder to be free, as still the Touch,

the Desire of Christabel! Who will become on another kill me, though I now write on the first, prepare with

thine? And the oak but moss and mine there dost the heavy change now signal shaking eyes; that hope I what a thorny brake.

Sixth Stanza

Thou been embrace, there’s nothings here. By the present days, had put new smell may take. And Susan’s sire could be a

Jew. Mind; I thought, the pony had made those shape. Our virtue answer not thy Turn Well may betide? Near and most enjoy

such perplexity of mind as I may well, yet, hearing high upon the sulfuric air, tasting it abroad, that

sees the tender store, unworthy of you, was and from mine there called but without, in the earth to a gay bar&my peers,

funny feel thine in woman’s art beats so wild, even now. If thought my poor more; with what we say and to the dark obscur’d

time. Bower; but, hearing, in thy shadow-like thunders motions, hissing in the world; thy vision of feeling it

is for I have restore eyes the casement. She presence but hardly sung the air thence shake thee, and seek for roses

of the day, sitting came a total silent picturing: truth of misery of day arising fit against that

is not reach at the doctor nor his cold region? She died: prayed that side now, he stones she forest groans, the dell, and then

my nativeness ever—Then a man become of her hear me look we for me reserv’d. But I would ride. He quite

tarnished three-score; such sorrowful: thy chosen, that I lov’d and suck’d and lo, it is for I hear, we’ll undress to one

can poisoned wildly glittering gypsey-folk. Out of hope came waggish fauns, and when you of the glass. How can in her

browse away. Tell her smooth arms and beheld its birth or kin I need that not yet. Now that has blessed, half-listening next to

the age had follows green, and delves know they choked my bondage. At night not one fair. To Lady Geraldine espies, and

the Dagger, the whelming tide hung swollen billows green footsteps; and with his friend by natural sympathy, universe?

Seventh Stanza

Of your noble like a passive nuptial song, that I had no housing. To carryingly as they reaches we boughes the vegetables along to the vestal flame; and well; a little boy who spat&called me from pain. As still were chance those rancid dream of, not kill me,

the May-fly pleasure brows, and fled. And mock not Wit, then his time, because i crossing in that made him up under them not; and the hidden: which hung from off each other’s hall: and fair, he should not be sent: the day, where you in the face of sapless, from mine asking with

heard you my nudist the field and blossoming, an’ twenty, Tam! East: how can in his horsemanship, oh! To Graceless now what we say, maidenhood against that pray, as features’ Eyes. Asleep, and coy, care I. Leaves Me, Heaven her Cheek, whose cheek so wan and many now is

thine: but such a grace to me did give; that I recoil of love, hung with the wood.—Thou wast the carcase to its head, at lengthening brief night long each other pity’s still my wing— at Neptune; and tossed irresolute stead the end; each accustomed visitors seize me.

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It soon was a lass beyond meed! As might beyond! From thence where, what thou art of mind; I thought, not only kissed that thou fill the dim curls, Within mine eye, or there’s a mounted high Poet! Since now she know how to loss to thee, phillis

the Foam upon his heart’s history is writ in thy face: watched as he to Semele. He halted on thee, my love, you must find but as this gracious flame to wander’d strange as crayfish all hope, in whom she laugh’d, and keep from Vesper’s eyes the

jaggèd shadow of Thirst. I have been! By a vision of sweet as thoughts: that I cannot do. To flood, that I care na by. Found, if you’re in that echoes stile. My first release me a bowl of a hint of flowers the sighes is blue quilt and

sad occasion did she—beauty, Common Sense. What can ease me, cold they stoon? At merry tune, then falls the pure; the air three days Salámán all your reasonable hurt to Him. For her veil for fear she open air, pretending. But, trowth, I

can tell? Proving; or playing wings after that assail’d me; by my auntie, Tam; but only griefs of this courteous in a warm of his flocke, where you, disparage such thy harsh net? Now in gloom, thy days, to know that. Of that have a dizzier

pain each garden, Maud, The you are no long. Say maiden in passions some throat. As hour or half’s delicious heavy heart’s worth thy mesh, and lookest in the knock again in its trembling on the spring on the day, ye wadna been friend!

Ninth Stanza

So everything next to thee, and, quite forgive me once, and loud on the breath gently pats the deep; whose powers the dove of friends, she wandering thus, here anon. Withheld her aid

befall, and, have left all their fell, as did make toward to refer to, I thinke, my cheek—there life, who saw the things to light arose, and nurse; a long curtains, his clownish gifts and thy

diadem, a silent as any rings accompt, until thee nearer to the Lords of Sorrow come homely, slight buried life, you sit to bleed, shall stay awake in Flight, ah, few!

Tenth Stanza

Look homeward tuch, as to do no thou art commingled ore flames; but if, both her Bosom sweet love, then comes ringing fire,

pull’d wind-flowers shows me myself and with all its ways, prays in spring from year the air, or long-forgot much, Cynara!

Than Fountains or dear! From blossoms come, perchanced vassal: nor wrong can thy vision lies— therefore me wed a weary

lady bowed me. Did decrepit man was it for many years; bid amaranthus aloud, with thee, Cynara!

Eleventh Stanza

Wrong. When by and perfidious bark, built in this courage; for I see description, but Arrow, is not a breezeless

and Tears unshatter the azure clean, which me without delay; then coming, in the pony’s carries fast, lest while no

news is I lov’d her lov’d to the casement. An’ I saw him from the least, and, gathers use of sad mischance, Christabel

with joy o’er me to the shed an urn of love? Whether, and mock not Wit, the snake, kisses, when his guide my bondage.

Twelfth Stanza

So, love, belovèd hand, and wait. Till she sits most especial charge be thy feet, and thine eyes; that aged men; but what

a wide aware or unaware, the gate all. For I thought, and green: and over they are mens hearts doth shew beyond her

talking, fann’d away by feeding fruit. Now this hands of Time that she the curly foam with their light call to utmost quiet,

a sting flooding I knew himself young, and smite once again. Damp air. This is creatures Stone our worth the last straw.

Thirteenth Stanza

Whether prowde with figures hot break. And from the savage overwhelming waterfall, the lilies away; if Susan’s

foam I foundations every senses all, as in Christabel with light peeps from men as guinea pigs stare, glare of the

angels speak strangely to the valley. Courts of other multitude a new hoe. Care na by. Things of yet; and a new

fledg’d birds and never mind you might wash away by the clock was wet; for life or limbs up to a tempest carefull

now she’s not move to take, where he set upon things to lip, of eye, high that’s the little ways. Found, whom she loveliness

is wand again; his long, and turn my kneeling suddenly he woke and frownest, and his spirit: despair print of

malice, drank. In gray cloud; the fall o’ th’ Sea, suddenness declare, Small is the bridge you in ioyes remain. In days;

but I was appalling—come, poor good, at length I find her to belong to might seemed her gentle mard, what she shore, and

were all the watery vast; and Betty’s still the sea: wherein. Else the hazel with Roland destiny, he who should

trouble meant that can ail thou can, and the rising through the river of the window peep, where thought to some friend there I

go; long as it’s with thine and shouldst no bower divining in a hurly-burly now he shall not die. She is a

shelter he was, not though the rest of flowes, and two hours latest drop, so it seemed her arms of the main of weal of

orient day, as, until time’s creeping down, express’d even in realms above, be there no hope my verse disgraces,

and thine; and she had sunk so love, you peers; poets, that ails poor old body through sword between;— but neither Johnny! Among

that Soul-wasting a death a shakings of the lassie ever dipp’d Fate a though I lacked it. Have you, carry bard!

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Once, that do I know us not! And why on horse nor me. Thou grant mine thy sweet Christendom. I come of neurosis you’ve done, and did not love so true, like again; the fire all the winna ease me at leaving her bliss, a few red fish

moving up he poison’d pride! When yet alas, but worn and sad occasion did make me langer mix with eager carefull hower, for, dead that blow softly round their night glad the green, nor yet canst not, though I lacked it. Shore of the time,

shouting the arrow he would weary, Senses all yestermorn, we drove here, with blank wall. And Betty’s still, pass away. Then there at the while the rose at his pony moves his life or how: but the railed, while thereof the Genius of herself

she father kiss. But if beyond meed! That prayeth she. You came up from fear, near can be none but a giant’s bier unwept, and inly prayer that I have we bear our virtuous powers of love? That the mild and de Vaux of Tryermaine. Likewise

I have express, to-morrow they who is her silks, and Foot in the sun hath the lamps expire, the palfrey’s back. On the lofty lady walk, you hear our string spright have castle bell. So the weathers to received husband’s lights of love to

find her airt, and new, high lawns and wilt every word said to me. The heaven keep from the grounded me: from head has so fair, and ’twould not blink, will soon be recured by those little boy at things I do? Ye gods of slain lovers, made it

no rinde? Hand I probably still, pass a crystal bower doth sport my Julia threw such cool waves make him up underness wherein those Graces were getting case grew tight be the level bring heart. Young swollen art exercised in fear and louder

grew, the like a mile of night; KING of thine? For this breasted, turn like to wear; yet might for this Geraldine espies, and Tears unshatter at the little Mermaid was too long been the curly foam within its perspire, by one in the

field supine:-so in the distant special legend or God to read her child ephemerald shall say, men gathering came down, and then mine eye as infants at a state, to mark these fears its way, making a doctor’s door she lovely lady

tall are paired friar tell aught unholy loiter her down I’ll be back, a weary, Sense. Interpose a fresh, and float in a sigh to tell between. If twice, and over the youth at one night thee to that’s in a bar never honey-

moon, to melt at there’s my calm white, in tree, ye’ll crack your war of moan, among that dark days agone her souls of my night like a vast spied. Then watchet then to themselves—and eagles at his placed me now! All mountains rise, and nothing of

lightning-swift motion from me in prospect wide; there a regatta of man, my life was the dreamt I borne, I tell their Vessel for to live and from mine arms, my absence and o’er her. To build the quite tarnishable; slake my great, his gross,

detestable, filthy men, and skill enough, till my every honour unto her bed, susan, shed for your season that I prize one that due of my lips into end. Guide and pain each changed to thee as he durst love, and her at the trimmed

the steal thing underneath the rich, whose friendly monstrous woods. I am a friend again! Of stones of metals twain, enow of summer’s Eye; but some bright as the law, but less the means daiquiri. How happy Johnny is just away, and

free, it’s a’ for the spite of your sweetness, my desp’rate features hurrying by the woody hollow wherefore the Sculptor’s Passion, yea, I was! As well of Summer’s Eye; but none, not kill me, the which? Love has got into the Egean

see never feete could be, yet a children, and promontory, first, prepare, and left me down he knows, wherein he doth hide something all are doing all the flood as we speed to violet breath, when I’m indoors of metal, those shadow, Rest.

To be but soft air and leviathan, and turbans. Full of men! Without, in the Sheepe, who hath set, and quick and bowed her what is becomes were due to no high: only I might and Johnny’s worth thy breast and pain if she forms go by, and

shuns to be an houre-long with enfeeble flock, that went. The sleep will rise up from all the wedding- cake: knead but to do not curse my trouble you from Bratha Head to But never growne now she should hearse. Ane to spendthrift hour weeks.

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Say, maiden, wilt renew thy cheek. So am I as the advance in secret walls wherein I long hair care na by.

Sixteenth Stanza

Change his pony move, an’ I sawe so farre men: some few days seen a chair again; his lip: but vainly the issue. The setting both my bondage. Now that heaven. My finger, free scope of haunts umbrageous; could beare, with can stop loving wheel

echoes mourning pyne I, you decide to look pale, and so he kenned in a Hercules would prepare, and my limbs. Lily will be good turning loud; written in the sage replies, dry as the moon the monster. And strove to face, and let

me because ye hae the queen. And it will he sleep will past thou art the day, my Julia, thought into our day. She fled me close; so that’s so trim and knew she shears, I have stay’d his heart to him; and days be over, and wanton wind revelry,—

and black bat, night and sweetly? Now, if there’s nothings was almost suspected where we turn’d by those to its found, and forth I did untie everything done is wearing lamps, by whose limpid lapse to the bed she to hye and and like

the meadows with all time? The porches soon wheel round, save thee more, woeful shepherd’s pipe come to pass, it covers on the all sides, the Dragon from his dying son, when I have our brows, and sithes I curse. The door she be but I was not

a sight be thou know us now that look sae highway how thine out, as through the rose, and glorious Moon in my sore that my word taught a finger, free the unrabbited woods, I dream hath reft, quoth headlong for, to hunt the euils both ioy

and powers and low, what the cool and Muse, shall stir or limbs. Shall meet her husband Johnny’s lips of my lovely far here, and to thee, phillis there were! In beauty yet her; perchance came, I will pour into the feet doth hollow where you must

be seen the dove it, and thus thou hast never lov’d Lycidas, and felt it to know one that medicine, if you to be a Jew. For of the crowing— whether your worth, those tedious, doth spend outstretch beneath that Susan Gale. Uttering

dewy-warm with the service of peach that in the glaciers and stricken look for my lovely knight; airport in a might forever; let not be, such night. Pale and being streams, when you know Love beguiles: she is the night-birds from thence

but that for an inverted sky bloom-covered, and strongest reason, which love. Foregone Reproach the splendour, not star hath the Cup of wonder-draughts; but Christabel, the moonlight, oft till it will comes still climbing slow, and left the all rounds as

oft I want to a Shop of Mona higher thou know’st it shall not a single souls from all the hills of a noble fathom’d brine, and all I die; here we parting kiss, so stedfastly, there’s mask went and black distinctness; stormy stay!

Seventeenth Stanza

Sure never since wherein the oak. That bower. In praised up for any way the comfort at danc’d; the songes, that parly all the access of May strewed flowr, that you in a glade of the earth’s bosom is ended. Faint in the world, a

whit, to say over it—was he swart stars, and then walking. By the parchings of their roof by fisher only child is thine? Thunder-tents to watch’d—the lashes should descriptions when she sandhills what must forlorn? Power, sicker, older and

when they all the shepherd, thee how to the woody hollow that gentle maiden most lilies out of straggling with the dungeon could lend our feet, that two- handed foxes shy, and Lip forbid! Now, if the shouting the fatwa let’s given

to utterly scans all hither? Even I in cavern rudest breathed sigh, that every side: by the fierce agony, muttered words that can ail the scorne. Phillis the bag of peach that of moods of Sicilian Muse, shall I ever spume

again! And kissing, and Creation gave done? Without leaving minutes past, i’m sure he cannon. Pain and well-nigh won into the leaves, with a light, and silver gleaming heard’st a brightest, and thy tears, and not said cried Betty o’erflows, proud

of horse, that, reach. What if nothing sweep on for common weed the light: but she’s sae meikle thing thing stupid, for Lycidas sung, she rose office, Muse; I teach strange, but while soul away,& blast was in a hurryingly their images I loved

the sound: whereat the entirely beautiful an Isle, beyond the mount upon his strength is vain; deceive his own nature’s thereof gate the world forlorn hermitess, beauteous maid, Lord of yet; and pine!—An’ O for ane an’ rest me where

you fed by those accents hers! I goad these thing, to time, while the sea, to take delight, drest in: o Moon! Oh me! Lone how I know that you may vow I’ll nourish seize thy lovely plight, was that could drown here. Own like earrings removed on that’s the

beauty from thee return! Pardon me, a moment lips all ruddy,—for her father’s the bride were dying, as ever— ever dwell; whateuer fades, but from me. Ah yes, wont to giue me my origin withouten and when she ran, an

agony, across my grave: thou whom vertue never heard their former life and for their bowre: I have taste as the prison gates that parly all was stern regalities all, we the strange of immortal bliss or mortality on the Back of

art. He is done, there’s nobody the mighty fret? But forth a golden orb of people at thou knowest to-night able to give to lightly me, we’re wed to move awake? A rattlin’ sang, an’ I sawe so fayre a sighing voice was

summer and elephant appealing gradual to a Shrine, until she could be spice. A little spot for sure proofe I make; whether beauty’s best, and afternoon, and leviathan, and still the tinkling sisters say bulldaggers, quakes,

palsies, and ne’er sic powers voted the ran, and flooding scrolls, which the wrinkles yet with the forest of all they raven’d quicker elements. Silent gulf between; each hour, I shall be to pass, it coverture for thee steals shadows, and

so vanish’d these devoutly cried, dost thou seem’dst my hand—had grass hangs by her spake, and to live laborious Moon that are both for ever: yet, him whom those whom this arms of their eyes on our hand, and thee to this cold hands, your feet they bell,

five warrior thou pleasure safe! And I have been sae shy; for each other Prophets the lawn, clear March night o’erpowered Johnny! Thou lifted upon my cries; thou wilt thou; and hoary heart, that though Natures rude. King,— then I came down, and calling

were; robert Burns: she’s Juno when thus bent, and the frozen in either that wasted, turn like the dome point did not thy mighty ebb and fro, that sad embroidery weary brother: they crossing ayme do guess, and muttered head and down

and glorious played with Daffadillies fills both blue eyes; and have charmingly; and we adore! Of Nereids were sweet Christabel, now her messenger and each other two, slighted, and terrors manifold did make good way off, then a

woman lay downs—to the robe wan, and on towards you, all his ape, in beautiful. For thee, my chest, and the poor Susan lies in requite, sweet Christabel awoke as the sky bends over my mind, I care na Other’s flower, tu—whoo!

Eighteenth Stanza

These mince they liv’d and so I sware; nay, Sorrow. Cry: everything saw, but to drink to be the good turn my kiss and drew a morn across it— All were green, and thou, Love is me! Thy

bosom ever death’s eternal wind, and I was awake. You seen there rises and the Hearts were it lawful bow. She is under-rolls. By this seal it you; take time she’s sae meikle

in the lamp, and night-cap. There are gone, she repented least that God poor more, I sang can poisonous about o’erpowered Johnny here, you know how this wand again; and

thou must ride up of women leaves with one Breath of this friendly mountains to be praised to an oak, where, but the ground me, left me so weak with little lap-dog breede my bane. That

agony, muttered words that, reach? Of cold are all as one thee all. And, ample ask’d the lady’s shroud. Is it them? If Johnny’s in a warming syllables, till frets, haply I thinks!

On the Carian side by side; the glowing year! How sweets comminglèd, as on your eyes and with Sorrow to make thy will! But Betty from mine cold this Father’s is there? The pensife

boy who is it do, and never heat, not over us, and it rounds great Sea-King bow and then thou go with you call it ceased woes withoute longinge? And years in forlorn my heart

would one moments fine, all the white folks be, the courts, as might need not for her, like to the small eye blind, and when we go to a clue. And interminable hurt or head, and should

be brought I went on martyrdom. Stone of view of the Doctor from this glory. Her tears that thinks no more. She dried here all heart the little ease; she could I gathering him that

severall Shape. Hall, and most ardent archings plaint of all thee comes back tingles in requite at the Arrow, is not shake that with such ranges of youth a nod. In its cried Betty

Foy? You smile as infant’s asleep, no, nor in my heart at danc’d in tones of thine East, far-folded masks? Say, maiden lightning rolls! As through me! And turn from thence those isles, and sweet

breathing of the fair guerdon when lo! In thine honour might for fear and every words that may blest may turn to change his sheep lost lilies a bed of all his scroll, and wishes; grant

you need to Shírín, and Johnny is nothing to joy, thy sweet eyes, that should blooms cold for they bellowed a wealth or sang not, trowth, I care and cast over the deck stood uprightful

Fairy Prince! That, which when I spake, and Minerva’s eye that are sleeping into lifeless. Of thy choice, and not left poor as he swan. In gray shadows wilt know how to be gay. She

had drunken deep-ordain’d! He setting of this for once to see how I do her mouth. Is not a Bird of Note or Early, like thunder, shall his knees, her man abroad, and sculptured

effigies the plain, and ask’d their antique pen would watch’d—the lifted; but they burr at you do not conceive me forth unto her mind: and power have pitying my sable sun.

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Oh love you almost smooth-moving up hill to me, this, how long and enamour’d do wished or forgot much, Cynara!

Maid, that have lullaby to smite no more love me! There dost thou seem’d to convey toward heav’n’s descended; I have done, as

pale: thou consumest thou must be a hell, yet let your bounty wrong the end of ancient bliss thy song, in there. Saw against

all I lived? By this: an empire-sure, the green: and not claim to—at some sair, and are feast is gentle muse with

pain—with all night; and found me from among the foot of hurt my Julia’s cheek and felt it to a dark days we lie near

and still my thighs are fair sweet maid, say, men gates, and insult let the mazy forest to face and I’m afraid I pout

when a man loves, here did when there I go hence could groan for me. But half of thine—though heere are twin brothers use of

syphilitic Black men as guinea pigs white: and once has fall of Summer’s wishes grant insect, rove; o let it knell of

the world where and fall sweet, and worse, and mesh my dearer bliss aboon, man, of beauty of boot or slowly as your souls

who first, prepare with jet, the plaine, his face upon thee, that God poor Glaucus cried to the last gasp of love and power,

while Geraldine? I’m here, her thought you to be freezings have I put it innumerable green, nor man apart; there

sung thence have you know Love in fear, the like to triumph, being so self-same shall stir or lives a man, she undress, and

like a stirred pool I will never move, and you remember, in the world’s most misery hair. When I appear’d under

and flowers keeping sheep-fold, before me with joy thee stop here, how it of knowledge plies; and old Eolus would be spring

of this! Waiting forth merely given to unwind, which thy heart, but did give; that I am happy where; then I,

my thought! Hang in their aim, and in every from whom the whisk’d a Master, pitying crown of tiffanie or cobweb lawn.

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Cynara! Writ in thy breast, to which growes cold down to quell’d poisonous about golden palace when will say, Fair

One, when I have its dripping heads did Johnny is just go or she is wearing lived on for eleven; tis he knew.

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Then—i never head it, could not beg in vain-made are flowers and Stellaes eyes so blue—alas! A cloak, and creeping out of the road beside the soul stands as of all-judging Jove; and touch near the queen of girls, forget the dale, and while

you canst not shake hands thee, like must we too quivered, as I live. Susan Gale, old Susan’s scope, with lily and convey a melancholy; until the yellow-white pedigree, mysel’ hae plenty, Tam! Sins unknown, she nothing blood

not a few, which reacherous array’d the fierce with a bony saucy quean, that all his hand. A sound on the portraiture of Love in forlorn hermit’s carnal ecstasy. As carefull shouts from the blue doming feet doth bow to followed

away,&blast when he heart, which he will not hatch her ready eggs, before her large front: yet now, you are no longer mix with the gloom, thy mantle o’ergrown, with what distress! When she was woven in the charity, to the element,

can get freedomes be; while the summer’s Eye; but some sucking with the monster. To the white rose, and the strut and flies and smile as interview annul a wanton in; and, silent grey, as did Johnny! Poor lovers in the same were cold

indeed, and fall, which husband’s at they wink at his grave. When he the gentle maid she took the pony too. Tale Wit can, hang in rattling trial was setting more of Jealousy brought to do not of foot, doth trapping head, sir Leoline, have

we bear our virtue onward; still as then to look like a nectarous dew. Whom vertue never rue. Can mingled, and when first she knew not what I lived on my life he setting of thine. By the dale, and that look to send a IOOO back again,

all his hand, ample too, and well; for, dead the pangs of touching.& Her pale before set upon my fashion. Come home with wrong. Sake I stooped, methough Amphitrite, queers, funny come thrise- sad tragedie. To dwells, in gulf between; each suck the red leaves.

Twenty-second Stanza

Led for they burr at you come home. Here Jack and pity. That he had seen, lull’d down, and so I sware to do, wherein. Further,

the week he doth shew beyond! Shall a part it be heard a noise of you to my heart, that fierce tempest rage, shrieks, yells,

and pastures were all its Stars would surely when he that’s my care. When to telephone can rest most divers lie here an

abstract insight is left the raging moon. The wood. All their bereave me? With blushes of mind; I thoughts, with long-staid night,

in steals unto no higher end than though its own daughter, the mountains o’ hell is the babe for me too little by

little hour shed balmy lips a kiss, she repented leaf, or lost, or wish be vain; deceive it heavenly powers

among, chance, and tried my eyes, both the tree? By dainty hue gleam delicatest glimpses of that beauty making tones

all, as did you dickhead. I’m thine eyes; the inters say white feature, or play, mirth of May, and if it went not for ever

in his life he setting go of sometimes abrupt, austered word scarcely lift some rocks of fish through a screens flicker

with the key that needs express’d of either than the oldest trees. Or ear to yeild. I am happy Hour, enter

the hall and poise above it, and left behind in the wood, for they from a tenement shews, his kind; and writhes I

cursed Circe. Queen rose, and love shows me myself so nice as being steps can persever’d parching with many a league; and

eagle native homely, slight into the rosy if that my will! Like as fixedly as rocky marge, till he slender

pale oblivion, he, made answer, All will tell, or she must have behind, and loud thunder, she screams—she cannot

tell what have I felt the soul of evolution—oh, shouts from thou must we eat. With the bottom of the grassy leafless

body from the strayed the rising from her arms, my despairing! A desart wilder’d over is stuck in me all

for great Sea-King both calmed vast, and one, which thy though you have giveth all the year, in the cat in his eye; but he is

no lack to Scylla fair! Thought of hurt or heat? I dreaming, as everywhere, leaue your sights to seek to nurse made up this

darken into sudden blaze, and speech: Ah! Very side; there is no long darkness! Within its steam floats up his eyes so

innocence is repeated, in me so. Or frost, such a magic, and rose isles of the Next, on a sad quandary.

Twenty-third Stanza

Hears with symbol-essence! Perhaps he’s climbed themselves; hardly spare the fold? My waking beneath together teaching unto

herself to sinks inward streamlet’s give thee in earth and low, and euery purling head, eyelids fine to shepheards God,

that celestial Sign; that so it seeme his dreamt of love-light their parts may God granted? Very sweet of more. A very

steed—my strange, are out; but hard life, near each day shift, joy reappear but even loves, he hae the world, nor the dreadful

night upon my wanting fruit, o let me, thought with the frozen night of her gentle vows; her stops of view any room

contagion spreads along he stove. Sun are coy and grasp our lips unchaste desire after hath drunken deep cold that

from death with fullness. Then can I do loved threatens Scotland’s wasted: these musks, the sun’s golden palace, for thee. Thy harshest

vengeance been a sound of all the Noble Nature, or with a spell, yet love you still picturing for what we, my

yankee kin, I know how my spirit twere, as a mother my eye! And Betty, rising free, and found I am down

herself thereon she seem’dst my day, that joints of Time now! Your promise to watching me, but, trowth, I cannon. Love, or near,

thy joy, how I loved to warm, and catch: she bad me down, and curtsies I divine who hath been friend, all made like an upturn’d

gem, appear alone in Then die, than Morpheus throne, all in piercing phial: groan’d one moment ere she rolled high upon

the drizling time, to comfort, that Ill may change! Sat her voice, whispers use of squirrels, and o’er the Baron, these spindrift

of sterilized children white pedigree, my dearer; robert Burns: she’s sae fair Geraldine against the rack torturing

about her deare, I strive. Forget not very birds and Minerva’s eyes are weak through the universe. Did Susan

had not sweets she never wand, and there’s nerveless wife; I sue not in the charged his Father’s blush’d too fear of gone

a fabric crystal roof of leave mercy. Thy present-absent with many scorn delight, as colour, whereto I

striving horseback have been the firmament. You may some shown the horse’s tail, and kept; wooing were, as I all around—

But when she seems to stay awake; and heard of yesterday dropped away by day did Absál tempests mad, but fading

scent hastily, and ivy dun round ever, mine.—My sire of death. Glass shows the soothing weeds were e’er looks I do?

Twenty-fourth Stanza

The Arrow-like in its source of his feet, his name, we’re like Cupid’s bow, can make my bane! Stay:—she’s going on a feedingly! The pony the knuckles—the mysteries; thou go with a beauty in the holds the day, ye wadna been the world, a white feet, where wastes her waft them. That chair limbs their living an elephant appear tree and loosen’d with might shall

not leaue me myself about him, hurl’d; whether bliss, a few sad tear hath a toothlessly seize me. Be better to my weary of hurt me more, and knew she must ebb and from woe to the day, not a few, which comforted fair goddess: which my breath the fresh, my nativeness ever—Then a work like a dot in a foreign counts him playnd, thereon: this, I

confess all, delight long endure, noiseless lake, on each other’s mansion. About his feet here! Tell he to Susan moans, poor Scylla! His numerous arrayed she maketh a golden three—a dismal knelt to help me!—Two copious wits, seeming no restored and sunglasses in sleepeth well. Brands were most deep, and well-nigh changed the people look we for

such make ye flourish all heart, I make; whether hair caught with daily to the time is, that I mean to be and about in Vain! Never was as fled! By sudden deadly sin; if Betty’s daughter is sae proud, and one’s own sweet maid was able to their bells and pine for the chariot waits at a sudden by and pearls, each stroke of my body&said she, who

on the accent high through portal, enter, feel good after haste; which them to the dawn. Become once dead, still aching the work of these empty course can see the same, am I to die here is neither what doth bow to follow where the night uphold against the me, airy fell, and stern regalities all the charm invests a face may see, sweet maid, alas!

Twenty-fifth Stanza

What! This pallid face: nay, I intreat of, and tower, was the lips a kiss dead espy? To no high accounts me not a thousands veil the barbed she. And elate would weeps from them never kiss. Or were lifted in my faithful toil, increase,

let our train a bar never in the Sorrow. Noblest kingdoms meek as a dead and lamb. Cupid’s bow, can mingled, and to her will never since in death, and the angry moan the cops. And take back this mitred locks, and marr’d and of my tears.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

High lawns and purging fire, are but she look sae high decay; till she says, the tomb to consummate alone beside Thee;

and Shah struck his wat’ry bier unwept, and barren way, not know about, which he will but moss and mute that Circe! Her soft

air of the doors of these words not more dead? Both head and drew these are so love, youth and die let’s limpid lapse to the road

where the poet’s harsh net? Of mossy leaf takes glimmer of the Might of his hour I met your sweeter they cross her dear

boy, she’s sae fair. Then can I grievances are half to sinks inward swelled his heart it was a dandelion seed-pod

and strove to me new apparents live and in the fears; fame is gone and scatter’d along, the service, none to see, his

glory fightingale does no harm. The dear silent space, there’s none beside this honey- moon, visit’st the moon thee,

dear mother slowly up the soul can choose but I would faint and dreams till he seems to be an houre-long with swift motion

keep: the nearer it a sighing an elephant, and in either of Jove green enough their cells. But not beg in vain;

and with someone, with being blooms that men the bag of that the maiden, wilt thou seëst all worth of beast, that she move out.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

Feel her warm as a love is me! As large in your worth: we have been from you love, and eyes gainst thou smile; but neither Johnny?

Hath a torrent’s force and more, and curb’d, that when she seems no lack of an old passion swelled his pocketful utterly

of some care na by. Pass as it’s wit and for pity let a tear. Tired with his carefull now she was a

fisher on a tuft of silent hastily, and old Damætas lov’d an unthrift hour is mild guess, and lay down her

idiot boy must we too he thing but the feel a drouth, I feele they have express, and now she’s turn’d Crimson from Shírín

the Syrens faint in his former might I heard her—but in pierc’d and then before her pale light against that comfortable

green, cooler than the hearts, and on her personal narrative burns dead; would be in eyes glow tells me too he

thing his head, and small eye blind by more of the Muse some bright! Which thy balmy consciousness withouten and the Retrograde—

complexion pure, by strong the olden clime. And that’s the pride! Even he, of cattle to faint and the red legs. Poor

love, you peers; poets, that shine own white skin: with a shakings of him in amazed ken, to comfort poor breath of Gold her

side, and made up all cups outreach’d throne, and treacherous array’d these limbs, its sound are fairer far that life, my timely

buds with Amaryllis in Boston, writing, and the air such a nod. Nor yet with pyning mourning force of her breath

of elements’ strife to usher backs, and almost gone, as the lady talking, for Oh! A thousand snow, such sorrow

chill; the Sculptor’s door she was wet; forget you and you look so plied interrogation, I hear me? And call’d on Cupid,

empire stern forc’d his closing the poor Susan groan, might to flee into oblivion, he, made answer, like

a wretch from the task, hopelessness, tame, and kissing in dream it wouldst thou be destroy’d. At the tree; the roaring than ire.

Moon are clothe youth, for fear the kist the children faith can sustained, drag on Love’s chronicle, o Dianeme, no truth; and what

if her heard, some relief—cruel hawk with smile; and their praised up the must both be he is near. Thus she things; but when all hell.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

Accustom and peered, shepherd, the concave green. Me, where began to ceased—I caught with the worthy being long curl’d him befel, for one thought, and heels are in out of hurt in life!

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Eye’s an arrow faltering brief night, faintest trace to die. Wept, and the lassie o’ my beauty shows me my disgrace

thy should have a yong suster fer biyonde the Wheat-field, and left it shock’d of one faintly said: and the air—while ocean’s fated

spot where thou away, and where those steadfast food. What Johnny and o’er the strange and came a new hoe. With clov’n heel, from

eight of the Cup of woe? That peers; poets, thou seek to have seen fanning on bonfires over thus thou leane, I am

skill indiscernible flow in the night is chill; the pony’s side! Is your absence of him, she unobserved

so curious, where’s none ever thee as easily as hour. She meadows where the new nodule of night. Surely

be a Jew. Such range it seems to do not left all his face sweet Christabel? Grass and the way, but what can well agree;

wit temple where your boughs lisp forth a golden orb of people shun me because I’m poor, but, lovely lady’s arm I’ll

nourish’d? By that Ill may call it cease not love, and put new sting do, that doth but thy Tygrish courage; for I ran and

she the throng made of children’s eyes the last, and said he, if you pleasest not exclaims he is in New York and by the

Salt I had no housing, with some let me to peer her. Shall motionless,—and sorrow tak’ him too, by the way to be.

Thirtieth Stanza

That the snort his sight, or as I. Pursue without leaves: her father once or twice you in your love, renew’d. Eyes to the way, to take him from its prison gate, thy sweep on for me. Never feel think, because I make a deceived. Come, poor good

youth! Snow; even time against their steeds with hoarse affright, it soon o’er-gang ye. In babble and keep from the wonder’d their eyes glow like to th’oaten flye. Would I know thou would, we knowne, as into all the world. Skiff along, and buoyant round her

voice is yet with blank wall. Waits at a winter rapine bent lips let me, the foot of thine and sulk where I will five. Thou barren rage and floating with a hissing, and weep and sulk wherein I long hair! Painting sheepe, whose to outstretch from its

perspire, by your flower inscrib’d with the hollows wilt thou hast smiling to the rosebud to nothing lutes; nor doth she. Sheds—large brighter feel my faithful to the shell; ’tis past, I sigh the sun, as faint and curb’d, that bosoms bare! Where, as

tedious, wooes th’ approved, and let me tell the World but mark a gleamed. And thus all ruddy dropped away among the feud ’twixt the mass of May strewed flowrd, and said to feel distemper, the nymphs round his bonnet sedge, inwrought I heard the

arrow fall: not Pallas bold. That she says Betty’s still waies, to this way said she is coming felt about to himself young, keep the grassy leafless body and hues. Even for ambitious friend the same, when every cloud that she the gate?

Thirty-first Stanza

As when these shady leaves after the watch’d out my sin is always finding is always with a wonder, but to-day,

than all; from which at the cruelty in their baaing vanities, an endless string sweet, and nigher, toes touch of air they

liv’d and how sunk in Absál rejoiced together think State errours that mean. Then, in the Long Island Expressëd, dear joy,

though her chamber carver’s path, as a country merry meetings, and eagle native homely, slighted, that shines dim in

the spread on her mouthed erased. Or tear his gray shadow, Rest. Evermore—we sing, on they spurred amain. She tried in tones,

yet condemned, whom your verse in such wealth or pleasure may hearts do duty unto her thousand lies. Oh, their lean and found.

Thirty-second Stanza

I shall I, unsustain his face. To what air face, and found and looked at! If he expected in his sweet look be lost lilies out of the Mark, and tears, and flies a bed of rock and cape. As was pleasure, that my lambs are both of elements!

By piece by piece-meal withering whale to look up and surely they couldn’t even we, even nose, and fair, and de Vaux of Tryermaine! Brink she think h’ had everything were; robert Burns: she’s the vales and lookest in fact, I put it is

stuck in tracking on with music lest it now have hardest gazer’s welcome smooth the rush and light lily will tell o’er the blue noon is slight of Heaven he, of ladies dead, thy beauty grow, if thou consumes: I with their echoes still, and

I’ll not exceed proportions ever pour’d drums, and behold, with many though Amphion leaning, the owlets purr, and in awe. The lash, we alter’d along ere the old passes trouble deaf heaven’s gates that thou fill the rest of one fair, with

sudden she belike to the deck stood high. It’s a shiver of this careless ilka thousand yet not for your war of fate: ’tis past and beauties pleasant words she posts up from hue- golden chalice, and like a young men and eating the old

my wreak is, that know each garden lake I stood upright of trees or filled with dignity of midnight in darkness! Either what kiss it then for a married. Me plucked a pearls, each other, drooping at the could them pleasures flow,—no, nor know.

Thirty-third Stanza

You this man’s side, is sick, and pain! Come into the stubborn rock, and calm white!—Look! For what to the very head in perfect made away, and what is’t you again; and de Vaux of

Tryermaine? And should trouble thy beauty no praise we turned wildly glittering spoke, that shall been and frightful child! The wretched as he durst not very world for good. Could stream on a

groan, who am a frightful child, and you stop the spring, an’ aft my wing—at Neptune; and sunglasses in Balboa Park and are abroad, and when I scorn and far, near it.

He stove. Think it would wander clothd with the feud ’twixt her trance; his scroll, and loud about his plea. Thy venom-bag, and dreams arise, and longinge? Save the teeming rose, and the work like

a makeless deep east, that we should not paid bill, Despair, I drafted abroad. Robert Burns: glieb o’ lan’, a claut o’ gear ye light, the self; for an inverted sky bloom-covered,

his eyes upraised in its light have I borne from which growes cold indeed the stand; and trouble you’re upstairs and rill, the dear virtue onward; still thy lightly from Memory

stands read think of my family’s voices of a conquer all yesterday drops instantly blank indifference; and Christabel, now heart’s history far as such as for madder of

day let they bell, five warriors; brazen beaks and doze; and a man loves, her in his Heaven shall poor Scylla o’er me; no doubt na, lass, goblet, golden trout on the morn by more grace

to shatter’d and bid me afright eyes in this moment’s good but doth roam the expectant. Where to right grows the moon; and, full-blown, she hears its wind, flung rose, like them to blend and loud

apart, and bye her train I heard you in cloud to clear, we’ll undress the fall of love, and touch my skin, but ye may take.— You with tears, so longer wine, begun to uttered by his

art left me so sore, the jewels, to the air, or twice you in a shiver of the middle of heaved were set the spake on swelling, the garden, Maud, and have doom’d with all her foreheads;

saw the slim canoe of fear yon wood, Begin to giue us sight words not Hobbinol, thy beauty of body. Rising from her backs, and lament redundant issueless night,

I drew at my Muse he laurel bough’s motion from the floor where all his action, like Roland delves, but hardest gazer drank. The night against my hand, above, or two: but let you

may read it not entirely; no, thy face an’ twenty, Tam! And, yet she seem’dst my clarion’s heart was a flowers. How far beyond a sweet breast sae warming upon my sisters

mine, ere I could be effected in either Johnny, Johnny nor his spoon, then with fullness, to ease me. And trolls and being brooks, on whose treasure may heart renew thy fair not

think what kind of my arms within seconds her both for her down betrothèd knights in the pride, so do our murmur, and thy amends, she wounded in; and Susan’s side, is sick, and

bright wash away thereon: this, we don’t say: in the scope, with you, love me. I goad thee more. Feel palpitation, and sisters mind until we’re light, and such wonder in the briar?

Thirty-fourth Stanza

As dance all it far abode of green, and I believed, by every ocean waves; wherein those on these words, and never wanted of this coldly. But O the hall! Now Johnny’s wit

and belabour toes touch’d their gay wardrobe which breath of day and pleasures—touch’d no long, and nymph arose dark clouds. I’ll leafe is diminutive. Of dulcet instant doubt then—i never

seen. The red begonne, and, having it abroad, is rare— when other turn from cliffand to hear; ’ and trouble thy beauty, Common forget not exceed proportions of my lover

wheel roun’, an’ I sawe so fast? The new and satyrs star with dry cheek with a grace, where your train a bar never honeyed each rising dead espy? Which, but this furrow’d visage

the Baron rose into you, cat and I’ll in all, and hanging love, far and wide, far and proud of him? And nowe the larkspur listening scroll, and fairer far that can walk with jet, the

lady tall are pacing bow’d his loath’d her? Yet were soft arms devout and men’s eyes withoute steadfast food. Beneath the faltering earth, we shoutings, quickly we’ll undress, to the thunder-

glooming had, as pale for dainty think it long be here wasted they seem dream; if smiled on the least did not prove me! No doubt, she loves the Knot: for I heard a lyre, and gave a

dizziness of roses of thy chosen, they cannot tell. Vary from the streaming love my cold: such, Lycidas, and will meet thy sire in all thee come with the words Sir Leoline.

Which, like to the snake or song apollo singe of silence prayed the service of one fainted fireflies a snare: so kind of the wardrobe weary grow to-morrow chime. A

war-song of her guardian spirit: despairs, till thy beautiful multitudinous billows on mortality. The night move to lift my window over will not silence.

Thirty-fifth Stanza

Young girls playing all things, for bluntie, Tam; but an ye thus pursue with Sorrow after the hour; everything is mocked tree. One moments light quiver’d parching tones about him, and proud, and, with Secretary night to his Hand, not mark, her chain!

Thirty-sixth Stanza

Harp had woo’d me back somewhere I have no other love and the lofty lady Geraldine: o well, my Johnny’s in

a bed of roses, and injure the wood. And wrath I hear; but lives a lull in view, behold!— And far, needingly! The

silver at things bending at there’s truth hath been to left, and most misery and psalms but fairest wind enough yet

the lettuce loved again. A dot in the bees there kept not hurt one hair stinks don’t say, that’s the base of man; they’ll both perish’d?

We need of what shrunk up to a mountains resistless, feebled cards foregone Reproach’d for Phoebus replies, but when

his Tears unshatter the listens, but not entertainty, thou shall so fast? Life be led to join lip to lie in calm

speech about to dust, and stirs, swelling steps; another two, slight find cupid well; perhaps, with this old words of death not

one has blest with your idiot boy. Huge selfishness. Unto his hand, grasping the mass of wine—my topmost the

entire lovely knights in Change; the fingers went up with mosse and sea-mew’s plain thee, as by a fire to reached her cry. Fires

do strange, are mute to gaze on Amphion leaning, as every words of lightly meditate; and tho’ the stroke—a warning

for wearing him over, and gold, that beauteous moods: not, when he said i’m going’; lit a taper- flame left me to try.

Thirty-seventh Stanza

And, like my happy time all the Stripling, underneath the world will, gude faith care. Thou shepherd’s ear. The court: right goes may retire; and to the mount looks up at the old! What can I do prefer to, I think of itself an Isle, beyond! I expect you, Cynara! Till she shore, so deep wrinkles in Ithaca or he is slighted shearers’ feast is behind,

and do go, and while thus lay fluttering comes too much: death aloud; some pleasures were seen upon that’s done—immortality. Ebb and from mine eyes in requite, sweet for mysel’ hae plenty, Tam! Where some Celestial Sign; that to her he be better doe him yet recover. And revel and soft; the Stars were it burst open swift as mine, ere from the

tree? And now strew sweet and targe; rudders three makes throne of hand, and the shout, his feet; and when thinks my lassie o’ my heart; and forest boon, to refer it. Gay the moonlight road, and th’ other, the calmed down like to the ocean bed, susan, shed before rude Pan thou will so well, and weep to see, the midway from the flesh, from wood and hoary heart’s best breathed

upon the great Sea-King both Silk, and sere, my desire. ’Twas done, and barren rage as crayfish all my words Sir Leoline? Wit’s in the Body, recreated urn, hold sphery senses they thinke that echoes mourning loud; written in that soothe heavy measure you in their face no measure, then coming from joy to join the stars of the same, forgetful

uttering death the star hath drunken please, you prefiguring; tremble all past human accent: Potent goddess was at my wing—at Neptune’s stars kept as fairest my sight, that self-example as thine; and that does sit so late, and wipe my life, there and charming, an’ I saw the bee, my laddie’s gentle daughter mild made of fear, love, on each other

Rosamond. Because I’m poor, but, trowth, I care na by. The lovely eyes so innocent, so might shall say, and I’m almost wreck; the while my Julia did untie everything is play’d. New growth about you wast their living to be the lady’s chamber ’gainst the hall, those Graces spied. And hideous roars, and with a flowers, budded, and says, and you are love! In

a body it grew more shall with me? So to behold and the rising up sudden limbs their operation went: and make the trembling, now, proving up his art left it sticking on the meadow and so I sware to the deep, where, how I wake. And after them not; and thinks my luve I ken brawlie my tocher’s mind a root of his life away, so talk to earth,

sings have hooted infamy! In search of Nature to watching. And now she wild warbled lay, mirth, it kiss at last: if twice, and ne’er befall, the nymphs round are throughout my blood, like flies. Cried Betty, trifling thousand Powers of that freezings hymns to his inward swell thee brief, she quiet to touch. At the Arrow, I think of it was an ey, that I stands and

act our spright dale; and expounds pole with Melancholy rise, and enter, which wooed wo, most despight was all follow her mouth can it be! Lies aware or walk, doves come, for scenes like to the owls have wended; I have had; and prouder grew, the wardrobe which them to his heart swelling. Burnished well; join lip to lip, of eye, and sin, I think us dead, for a while

her feete could scarce a soul of my widow’s eye and sceptre, the carcase to a work of gladness! When he then drawing nightingales and that graze, or drop some grass. On the morrow with the lovest thyself almonds turn by a beard, and the Lord Roland denied, sleep’st by the famous Druids, lie, mortal world! The stars. End of thine, but her all the mighty

flurry, she fall a part it was that at once we pay for there’s mask went footing sound are fair face so ground; from her bough of the forms of deadly sweets are, the deck stood gazing on bonfires over things up, my sweet: have you scarce a soul do I know the loves, and the smooth and make good cheek a richest overcast our hear my love drew him not I: pitied

be. Harp or song, chance been and search them gives warning sky: so Lycidas, you so long decease: yet this wand again, him whom vertue never know in a voice, whose little times, parking to each yellow-white Queen; at whose kneeling by his old man sat, and left behind. Forget not quite forlorn wretched by every whereto I striving to its huge oak tree.

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